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akamine_chan: Come Catch Me
REC: Frank and Gerard help relocate an Allosaurus arcticus. Another outtake in the The Life of Dinosaurs series. Lots of fun but now I really want there to be white, featherd dinosaurs in our world too! (2016-09-04)
QUOTE: "What's your situation?"
"Well," Frank started. It was embarrassing, to be honest. "I'm inside the cage, of course, and the allosaurus can't get to me, thank fuck." The allosaurus opened its mouth, displaying teeth designed to tear and rend. It tried to get a good grip on the steel bars, but couldn't fit its head very far between them. It yanked and the cage jerked a few feet across the snowy ground.
About 300 feet away, Frank could see the tundra rover where Brian, Gerard, Ray, Mikey, and their A. arcticus expert, Kenojuak Ashevak, were safely ensconced, away from any allosaurus with big, gnashy teeth. There was a grinding sound, and Frank watched, alarmed, as the allosaurus chewed on one of the thick metal rods that made up walls of the cage.
"I'm safe for now, but it looks like with some effort, the allosaurus can get through the bars." He sat down on the ground and crossed his legs, because his knees were suddenly wobbly.
He could hear Kenojuak talking calmly in the background. "Well, Kenojuak says they can put a lot of pressure behind their bite, so yeah. The cage wasn't made to withstand a determined allosaurus with time on its... uh, claws," Gerard said.
"Ask him what the fuck happened," Brian said. "I swear to God, he told me he hit the mark. "
"I did!" Frank was indignant. "Tell Brian that I did!" (2,290 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  fic:genre:action/adventure  beings:animals.dinosaurs  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:alternate.world  setting:tundra  geography:Canada  relationship:established  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2016-05  recced:2016-09  activity:exploring  occupation:explorer 
september 2016 by turlough
akamine_chan: Finds You in the End
REC: A one-night stand that developes into something more. With a twist. A very sweet story that gives us a glimpse from a fascinating universe. (2016-09-04)
QUOTE: It had been an impulsive decision, to visit the House of Secrets. Franc's life was too dangerous, too transient, for him to form bonds, and sometimes he just needed to be touched. A craving that he couldn't satisfy with drink, or powder, or the twist of his own slicked hand.
A quick trip to the House, a donation to the Mistress, and a night lost in carnal indulgence. Simple. Quick. Easy.
Franc should have known better; his Luck was never that good.
He couldn't stop thinking about the man, the way he moved, rocking slowly into Franc, making him feel the stretch and pull. The sounds he made when Franc sucked a bruise onto his thigh, the way his fingernails dug into Franc's shoulders to pull him close, *closer*, how he watched Franc's face as he drowned under the sensations trembling through him.
When he closed his eyes, Franc couldn't see anything but the man, laid out under him, strung out by Franc's touch, his face *open*, unashamed and honest. (1,500 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  activity:transformation.animate  beings:dragons  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:magic  occupation:bounty.hunter  smut:anonymous.sex  smut:fucking  setting:other.world  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2016.Pod_Together  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2016-08  recced:2016-09 
september 2016 by turlough
akamine_chan: We Could Lose Ourselves
REC: Gerard had to concentrate on keeping steady as the rope tightened around his hands, digging into the delicate skin a little. A lovely and hot PWP with my favourite threesome. (2016-09-04)
QUOTE: He took a moment to try to center himself, concentrating on the nubby texture of the carpet under his bare knees, on the warmth of the room. He'd spent the entire day trapped in meetings in Burbank, trying to hammer out the details for his next comic project. It hadn't gone well, and the tension in his neck and shoulders had spread down to his back. He struggled to let it go, and knew he wouldn't be able to, not without help. "Umbrella."
There was a ripple of laughter from Frank, and Gerard had to fight to keep from smiling back.
"So, Gerard," Grant said, his accent growing more pronounced. "Tell me what it is that you want tonight."
Gerard blushed, heat flooding his cheeks. Grant's fingers were firm on his chin, keeping him from looking away, down, anywhere but at Grant, who waited impassively. "I -" He wanted to squirm away and hide, because there was no way he could say it out loud - "I can't -"
"Shhh." Grant pressed his thumb to Gerard's mouth. "We'll help you. Frank, the flogger." (3,000 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:PWP  beings:Grant.Morrison  smut:threesome  smut:fucking  smut:flogging  smut:bondage  smut:sex.toys  smut:orgasm.denial  smut:pain.kink  relationship:poly  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2016.Pod_Together  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2016-08  recced:2016-09 
september 2016 by turlough
ermengarde: Welcome to the Pineapple Parade!
REC: The one where MCR celebrate the 10 year anniversary of The Black Parde by becoming pineapple farmers on reality TV. I laughed so hard when I read this. It's a totally hilarious little fic. (2016-09-04)
QUOTE: Gerard beams at the camera. "So, like, pineapple is a major export for the people who live around here, and we came here to learn about how they grow them. It's *beep*ing..." Gerard makes a horrified face. "It's *really* hard work. And most of the time they hardly get any money for it, it all goes to like the grocery stores and big importers and shhtuff like that. You should buy fair trade." He nods.
A voice off camera asks tightly if he's learned anything else.
"Oh," Gerard waves his hands at the plants behind them. "Yeah, definitely. Plants are *amazing*, like, there's this smell when the rain comes when it's been really su... AHRG!"
There's a flying blur and Gerard falls over. A flash of thigh as he goes makes it clear that his overalls are short-shorts and then there's a lot of snickering and a lot of bleeping. Eventually Frank stands up, a smear of mud down his face.
"We also learned that the Portuguese word for pumpkin is abóbora."
The voice off camera, which sounds like it's very close to swearing, asks Frank why they learned that.
"Because I grow pumpkins." He grins. (1,150 words)
author:ermengarde  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:fluff  activity:farming  activity:film.making  geography:South.America:Brazil  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:omni  time:Black.Parade.10-year-anniversary  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2016-08  recced:2016-09 
september 2016 by turlough
winterlover: 100 Ways To Say 'I Love You' (not really 100, actually)
REC: A lovely set of drabbles set in the Danger Days universe. (2016-09-04)
QUOTE: Poison’s never talking to that fucker again! How could he think that Poison would let him join them for that dangerous mission! Two people were needed, so it was Ghoul and Poison. No time for discussion!
But when Jet puts a can of soda between them, Poison takes a sip and gently shoves it over the table to Kobra, because even being furious about him doesn’t mean he won’t share with his brother. (1,700 words)
author:winterlover  fandom:Bandom  fic:form:drabble  fic:category:slash  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  universe:Danger.Days  setting:desert  beings:kids  relationship:friendship  relationship:established  relationship:brothers  pairing:Fun.Ghoul/Party.Poison(primary)  pairing:Kobra.Kid/Pete(primary)  pov:Fun.Ghoul  pov:Kobra.Kid  pov:Party.Poison  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2016-09  recced:2016-09 
september 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  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
april 2016 by turlough
turps: You're Shying Away
REC: Gerard gets lost in his art. A lovely and haunting little story. And I can't decide if the ending is sad or hopeful. (2016-03-13)
QUOTE: I've seen him again.
Fingers flying, Mikey eyes the sketch artist as he sends the text, pushing his phone back into his pocket before he has to see the reply. Not that he needs to, he already knows what it says.
It can't be him. It's not possible.
But it is.
It's been almost a year and Mikey's heart is still broken. Every moment he misses Gerard, but Mikey knows where he is.
No note, no text or messages and an apartment left dirty and abandoned. All Gerard's clothes strewn on the floor and his bed unmade, and everywhere, spilled paint, hardened brushes and torn paper.
Mikey shivers, remembering Gerard's last work, the canvas left on the floor, a painted handprint smeared over a darkened landscape and billowing fog. (1,000 words)
author:turps  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:magical.realism  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:art  relationship:brothers  setting:other.world  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Mikey  pov:Gerard  challenge:2016.PicFor1000  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2016-02  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
RubyTuesday5681: Totem
REC: It's Christmas Eve in the Zones and Gerard and Mikey are out fighting the ghosts that prey on the living. But Gerard has never been able to resist Frank. A cool and original take on the Danger Days universe and Gerard and Frank's relationship broke my heart. (2016-01-10)
QUOTE: Gerard is just rounding to where he has site of the crumbled ruins of the once beautiful amphitheater when he feels the tendrils of want curl around the back of his neck and then slowly slink away. He has to close his eyes against the sensation. It's already too much.
"You miss me so much." Gerard opens his eyes at the sound of Frank's voice. He feels his heart shudder, like the words have settled deep inside him somewhere. In his soul. Frank is still a good hundred yards away from him, seated casually on the stage inside the remaining shell of the amphitheater, but it sounds like he's right next to Gerard. It already feels like he's *inside* Gerard.
But he's not. Gerard is stronger than that. He's protected now. He has so many charms against this, there's no way Frank can absorb him. Gerard should take Frank out right now. It would be so easy. Just fire up and pull the trigger and that would be it. Then it would be over.
"Oh my love." Frank's words compel Gerard to move closer. "You don't want it to be over." Gerard can't even bring himself to argue. He could never lie to Frank. "Because you can't lie to your own soul," Frank replies in answer to Gerard's unspoken thought.
"Soulmates don't work like that." This time Gerard does argue, stopping in has tracks about twenty feet from the stage where Frank is still leaning to one side, resting on his arm out to the side behind him.
Frank laughs, "Did Ray tell you that?" Gerard flinches and Frank says, "Oh, I'm sorry. *Jet Star* told you that?"
"Don't talk about him," Gerard retorts, angrily, stalking closer. "This has nothing to do with him. This is between you and me." (4,660 words)
author:rubytuesday5681  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  universe:Danger.Days  beings:ghosts  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:supernatural  concept:char.death(past)  concept:esp:general  concept:mindmeld/soulbond  concept:magic  holiday:Christmas  occupation:supernatural.investigator  setting:desert  smut:fucking  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2015.Bandom.Holidays  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-12  recced:2016-01 
march 2016 by turlough
syrupwit: Baby, You're Much Too Fast
REC: Five moments in the developing relationship between Fun Ghoul and Party Poison. Stark and direct and very poignant. Balancing on the edge between heartbreaking and hopeful. (2015-12-27)
QUOTE: "Come on baby, just let me take care of you," Poison murmured into Ghoul's ear, not caring how much it sounded like begging. "Wanna make you forget, make you feel so good..."
"Get off me," said Ghoul. "You're high."
Poison's own laughter sounded mocking in his ears. "So?"
"So get off me."
He released Ghoul and stepped back. "There you go. I'm off you. Happy?"
"No." Ghoul looked at him, and his expression was so open Poison couldn't keep looking at his face.
"Right, you're never happy." Poison turned away, feeling the ugly curl to his lip. He was being too loud. He could tell. No one would care in a minute, but for now all eyes were trained on him. On them. He couldn't take it. He headed for the exit. (1,630 words)
author:syrupwit  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:form:5.things  fic:genre:AU  universe:Danger.Days  activity:drug.use  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:rebellion  occupation:rebel  setting:bar/club  setting:desert  smut:blowjob  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Fun.Ghoul/Party.Poison(primary)  pov:Party.Poison  +length:short.1k-5k  challenge:2015.Bandom.Holidays  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-12  recced:2015-12 
january 2016 by turlough
prophetic: A Late Night Double Feature Picture Show
REC: New York City, 1948, a meeting in the dark at the late night movie theater. This is a lovely little story with beautifully evocative writing. The characters feel very true both to themselves and to the time. And the ending has so much quiet hope for the future. (2015-12-20)
QUOTE: He heard the man take a breath, but Frank kept his eyes on the screen, face expressionless. Figures in the theater stood and moved, strolling quietly, unhurriedly, to other seats to become pairs. On the screen, the Martian shot a man with his laser gun, and the man slumped to the ground, writhing in magnificent agony. The Martian clutched his laser and laughed triumphantly. Somewhere, a woman screamed, and Frank and the man fell into each other.
The man's mouth on his, in a surprising, swooping sensation that made Frank's joints weak. Despite the many times he had been to the theater, he had never, never kissed another man before. Frank's hand on the man's wool coat, and then finding its way inside it, feeling the warmth he wanted to wrap himself in. The man reaching to touch Frank's face and then to put his hands in Frank's hair.
Frank's hat toppled to the floor, between the seats.
Shedding coats, unbuckling belts, and behind them, fire and fumes as the prototype rocket braved Earth's atmosphere and made its way into the uncharted emptiness of the solar system. (1,680 words)
author:prophetic  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:homophobia  setting:cinema/theater  smut:frottage  smut:public.sex  smut:anonymous.sex  period:1940s  geography:US:New.York  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-11  recced:2015-12 
january 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
akamine_chan: Ghost of You (Sharpest Lives 'verse 27)
REC: Día de los Muertos was special out in the Dust. Another installment in The Sharpest Lives series. I managed to miss this when it was posted which makes me very sad because it's wonderful. Poignant and heart catching, and the glimpse we get of Zonerunner culture is so rich and vivid. (2015-10-18)
QUOTE: They got to Forest Lawn just as dusk settled, stealing away the light of day. In the purple-dark sky, there was the faint sparkle of stars that was echoed by the seemingly endless number of candles, lanterns, glowstiks and genny-powered strings of lights that flickered across the landscape, set atop stone monuments, crypts and gravestones, carried in skeletal hands, adorning the walls of tents and temporary shelters.
There was definitely a carnival atmosphere; in the first few minutes they saw stilt-walkers and fire-eaters, jugglers and musicians, most with their faces painted with representations of skulls. There were cloth and canvas tents set up, some selling goods and services, some just a place to rest or make deals.
It was life at its loudest and Poison couldn't stop a smile from stealing across his face.
In its heyday, Forest Lawn had been true to its name, green rolling hills and trees. Since the Bombs, it had been claimed by the Dust, brown and dry. The majority of the statuary and headstones were intact, the trees still standing, but the lush grass was long gone. It should have been desolate and lifeless, but the people who came to celebrate the Día each brought a tiny spark and together they combined to shine brightly, pushing back the darkness.
They spent some c's on candles and found a headstone to call their own. Ghoul set up the candles while Kobra lit them and Jet pulled out the bottle of half-decent alk they'd gotten just for the occasion. (3,360 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  universe:Black.Parade  universe:Sharpest.Lives.verse  beings:ghosts  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:rebellion  concept:apocalypse  concept:supernatural  relationship:established  setting:desert  things:Gerard's.platinum.hair  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Party.Poison(primary)  pov:Party.Poison  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-08  recced:2015-10  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  universe:Danger.Days 
november 2015 by turlough
akamine_chan: Let This World Explode (Sharpest Lives 'verse 31)
REC: It's stupid but Poison can't help feeling self-concious about his shaved head. Another fascinating glimpse from the Sharpest Lives 'verse and Poison & Gerard's relationship. I will never grow tired Aka's take on the Killjoys and the Danger Days universe. (2015-07-12)
QUOTE: "What the fuck happened to you?"
Poison's hand goes up before he can stop himself, rubbing at the dark fuzz on his head. It's stupid, but he can't help feeling self-conscious about it. "Nothing," he mumbles, shoulders hunching. He has to get out of here, before Gerard starts asking questions that he doesn't want to answer. "Gotta jet."
"Wait, Poison -"
He shakes off Gerard's hand, doesn't let himself turn back to look, slams out the door of the Fuck You house and heads back to the diner. It's late, and business has been slow, anyway. (1,050 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  universe:Sharpest.Lives.verse  activity:hair.cutting/dyeing  activity:salvage  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  concept:apocalypse  condition:PTSD  relationship:established  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Party.Poison(primary)  pov:Party.Poison  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-07  recced:2015-07  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
july 2015 by turlough
dear_monday: I Think I'll Wait Another Year
REC: Gerard knows Mikey will come back. A lovely little story with wonderful Way brothers interaction. (2015-05-24)
QUOTE: What Gerard doesn't know is exactly what he's waiting for. He visits Mikey's body often and he tries talking to it, sometimes bargaining, sometimes pleading. It doesn't help. For a while, Gerard leaves his front door on the latch and his window ajar at night, hoping. He shivers under the sheets when the cold breeze rakes over his skin, and every morning is another little bereavement when he wakes up alone. Eventually, he starts locking his doors again.
Gerard knows Mikey will come back, but that doesn't make his absence any easier to bear. Gerard feels his heartbeat falter when he sees a stranger with Mikey's eyes, feels his chest constrict when he plays Mikey's favorite song and hears Mikey singing along, as if Gerard's memories have imprinted themselves onto the vinyl. He'd be lying if he said he never thought about following Mikey down, just stepping off the sidewalk into the traffic or filling his stomach with pills. It would be easy. Easier than this, anyway. The only thing that stops him is the thought that Mikey is coming back, and Gerard has to be here when he does.
Gerard knows Mikey will come back. All he has to do is wait. He can do that. (1,260 words)
author:dear_monday  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  beings:zombies  concept:char.death  relationship:brothers  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-05  recced:2015-05 
may 2015 by turlough
akamine_chan: Deflect the System
REC: The man who used to be Fun Ghoul is tied to a chair. He doesn't believe Jet when he explains that Ghoul was captured BLI and brainwashed. This is a wonderful little story. I love how Party Poison is written, how much he loves Ghoul and everything he's willing to do to get him back. I also really like how aware the Killjoys are that what they're doing to get Ghoul back is very similar to what BLI did when they tried to erase him. The myriad shades of grey and the lack of clear lines between right and wrong, Killjoys and BLI, is part of what makes this world feel so real. (2015-05-10)
QUOTE: Poison worries that one day the medtechs will figure out a way to permanently remove memories during reeducation, wipe them completely clean like the sterile white walls in Battery City. He tries not to think about it too much, but it's always in the back of his mind, nibbling away at his sanity like a city-bred rat.
Undoing BLI's reeducation isn't easy, but it can be done. The first step is to let all of the drugs clear Ghoul's system - two weeks of intense detox. It sucks, it fucking *sucks*, but it's the surprisingly easy part of the process. It's a matter of keeping Ghoul restrained (Poison learned that one early on, and still has the scar), and hydrated.
The first few days, the man who was Fun Ghoul passively resists them. He wants to go *home*, back to his clean white living unit in Battery City, away from the dirt and the heat and the dust. The Killjoys scare him, desert terrorist scum that they are, and he's stubborn as fuck, refuses to cooperate with even the simplest of tasks.
He responds to every question with, "Gaffney, Frederick A, ID number 287804876143" like a good little drone.
"Frederick A. Gaffney?" Poison repeats dubiously. "Really?" (1,290 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  activity:detoxing  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:brainwashing  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  condition:amnesia  concept:medication  occupation:rebel  relationship:established  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Fun.Ghoul/Party.Poison(primary)  pov:Party.Poison  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-05  recced:2015-05 
may 2015 by turlough
reading_is_in: Five times Ghoul Didn't let Poison Kiss Him (And One Time He Did)
REC: What it says in the title. A wonderful glimpse of life in the Zones with a great Frank characterisation and a heartbreaking ending. (2015-05-10)
QUOTE: Ghoul sighs. He's uncomfortable. "We all chose this life," he says at last.
"Yeah," whispers Poison. He tilts his face, so that their lips are suddenly very close, and his eyes are liquid. They seem to draw in breath at the same time.
"Stop," Ghoul says.
Poison blinks.
"I wasn't -"
"I know. It's just. Not now, okay? It's not -" It's not time. It's too much. Too much of one kind of feeling and not enough of the other, and Ghoul doesn't understand Poison's motivations.
"Right," Poison blinks, draws back.
They watch the night together. (2,080 words)
(also at http://bandom-meme.dreamwidth.org/19917.html?thread=652493#cmt652493 )
fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  beings:draculoids  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:char.death  concept:rebellion  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-05  recced:2015-05  author:reading_is_in  universe:Danger.Days 
may 2015 by turlough
inlovewithnight: Cryptophase
REC: Mikey remembers Gerard's voice first, before anything else. Another beautiful and thoughtprovoking look at the Way brothers and their relationship. Lovely writing and imagery. (2015-04-12)
QUOTE: "I'm scared."
"It's gonna be great. You're gonna be great."
"And if I'm not?"
"You will be." Gerard slides his hand up to rest on Mikey's chest, just above his heart. "You're here, and you're gonna be great, and the kids are gonna be so excited. You can do this."
"I'm not doing it for the kids."
Gerard's hand thumps lightly against Mikey's chest, tap tap tap, like he's petting Mikey's heart through flesh and bone.
Mikey turns his head and stares at Gerard until his brother meets his eyes. "I'm not doing this for the kids."
"You're doing it for yourself." Gerard nods. "I know."
Mikey sighs and looks up at the ceiling, then closes his eyes again. Yes. He's doing it for himself.
But he's doing it because Gerard asked him to. (1,570 words)
author:inlovewithnight  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  activity:performing  concept:addiction  concept:sobriety  things:memories  relationship:brothers  geography:Asia:Japan  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Gerard.and.the.Hormones  band:Electric.Century  pov:Mikey  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-04  recced:2015-04 
april 2015 by turlough
akamine_chan: Don't Try
REC: Gerard struggles while Mikey is in rehab. A lovely look at the Way brothers and their complicated relationship with life and with each other. Wonderfully hopeful ending. (2015-04-12)
QUOTE: And because she knew him so well, she took in his unwashed hair and rumpled clothes, the slouch of his shoulders and used her words to *cut* through the haze of guilt he'd wrapped around himself. "How much longer are you planning on hiding in here?" She gestured to his desk. "It's not like you're getting anything done."
He felt raw, like every nerve was exposed. "Just leave me alone!"
She narrowed her eyes at him. "You did *not* just yell at me," and her tone had him on the defensive, because he had just yelled, and that wasn't how they did things.
He took a deep breath, trying to be reasonable. "I just need some time to -"
"To what, Gerard? Brood? Blame yourself?"
"I should have -"
"Gerard." She reached out and touched his face. "He's family. We all should have. But we didn't. So now we pick up the pieces, fit them back together, and wait for them to heal."
He wanted to argue that it wasn't that simple, but he didn't have the energy. (1,700 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  activity:performing  concept:addiction  concept:sobriety  relationship:brothers  geography:US:Los.Angeles  geography:Asia:Japan  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Gerard.and.the.Hormones  band:Electric.Century  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-03  recced:2015-04  things:memories  pov:Gerard 
april 2015 by turlough
primsong: Just a Little One
REC: Zoe just wants a pet... Quark. Very cute and fun. (2015-03-08)
QUOTE: "Shall we de-stroy?" asked the little robotic voice as it waddled after its master. "Shall we...?" It sounded so innocent and childlike. The tall, frowning man ahead of it disappeared over the ridge, apparently unmindful of the Quark's slower gait.
Zoe peeked out over the rocks. "Aww, Jamie," she said. "It's adorable."
"It's a beastly wee Dalek, that's what it is," glowered the Scot as he pulled her back down by the hem of her dress. She lightly smacked the back of his hand and peeped over the boulder again.
"No it isn't, it's just a robot. And it's so cute! Do you think the Doctor would let me keep one?"
Jamie stared at her. "Whatever would y' be wanting a robot for? Are you daft?"
She looked back down at him. "I like robots. They aren't all bad, you know."
"The last thing we need is a talkin' tea-kettle in the TARDIS, especially one like that."
"Why? The Doctor could probably fix it so it isn't dangerous for us."
"Oh, right," Jamie said, rolling his eyes. "An' the sky is made of little green apples. He'll probably get us all shot tryin' to take it apart."
"Oh, don't be silly. He's perfectly competent with robotics, you know that."
"I do, do I? It wasn't that long ago that..."
She shook a finger at his nose. "Jamie! Now you're just arguing for the sake of arguing. I think they're cute, I want one to come with us."
He considered her, honestly disbelieving. "You want it for a pet." (1,860 words)
author:primsong  fandom:Doctor.Who  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:fluff  beings:quarks  setting:alien.planet  companion:Jamie.McCrimmon  companion:Zoe.Heriot  doctor:2nd  things:Tardis  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2010-10  recced:2015-03 
march 2015 by turlough
Netgirl_y2k: All These Things That We've Done
REC: Liz and the Brigadier get to travel with the Third Doctor. A delightful little story with great characterisations of Liz and the Brig. (2015-03-08)
QUOTE: Liz was fascinated by the alien planet. She was two hundred yards south of the TARDIS, examining a fragment of the glass like substance that made up the majority of the landscape. Luckily, the Brigadier was more singularly minded.
"Another world, Doctor. You've brought Miss Shaw and myself to another world without even asking our opinions."
"Oh, do try to enjoy yourself, Brigadier. You're standing on ground no human being has stood on before, breathing air never breathed before."
"That's a lovely sentiment, Doctor. But what about the Earth?"
"I'll set the coordinates to take you back. I won't have such a," the Doctor fumbled for the right word, "sourpuss in my TARDIS!"
"I think you've upset him," observed Liz, who'd picked her way back across the broken landscape just in time to watch the Doctor swish his cape and flounce back into the TARDIS.
"Do you know, Miss Shaw, I think I might have."
"Still," she said, "this place is incredible. The odds of there being another planet with a breathable atmosphere are astronomical, and just look at this landscape."
"It's the stars I can't get used to. Look at the sky, it's so different from the night sky anywhere on Earth."
"I would never have guessed you were a stargazer, Brigadier. Watching the skies for threats from other worlds?"
"Always, Miss Shaw, always." (1,960 words)
author:netgirl_y2k  fandom:Doctor.Who  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  beings:aliens  beings:ice.warriors  setting:alien.planet  things:Tardis  companion:Brigadier.Lethbridge-Stewart  companion:Liz.Shaw  doctor:3rd  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2010-03  recced:2015-03 
march 2015 by turlough
kathkin: Cultural Exchange
REC: Zoe finds out the hard way what a Scotsman wears under his kilt. Such a cute and funny little story. The banter is spot on. (2015-03-08)
QUOTE: "It's the box that says ball-bearings," said Zoe dryly.
"I'll get it." He groped for the box, setting down his torch and clinging onto the support to reach in further.
Zoe was peering up at him anxiously, worried that he might fall - or worse, fall on top of her - when abruptly she let out a yelp of indignation. She swung around, desperate to be looking anywhere *but* up at Jamie.
"Zoe?" She heard the shelves creak as he shifted about. "Everywhere alright?"
She could feel her face warming, blood rushing to her cheeks. "You're not wearing underwear!
"Aye, so?" said Jamie, bemused.
"So why aren't you wearing underwear?" Zoe hissed.
"Why're *you* looking up me kilt?" he retorted.
"I wasn't looking!" Zoe turned, hesitantly, to face him, and found him looking down at her, hanging from the shelves with a one-handed grip. "I was just looking up at you, and then you leaned forwards, and then - *things* were in my eye line. I couldn't help looking." (1,460 words)
author:kathkin  fandom:Doctor.Who  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:fluff  companion:Jamie.McCrimmon  companion:Zoe.Heriot  doctor:2nd  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-02  recced:2015-03 
march 2015 by turlough
goldenrod: Dig Deep For Victory! (The High Explosives Mix)
REC: The Brigadier doesn't think he'll survive having Ace as a houseguest. Lots of fun. (2015-03-08)
QUOTE: "I flatter myself, however, that at my time of life and after my many years of service, I have earned a certain amount of peace and quiet. Indeed, a quiet retirement is all I ask for."
"All you ask for?" Ace said innocently. "If all you want's peace and quiet, how'd you end up in a castle shooting a blue demon from Dimension X with silver bullets, then?"
"That is beside the point," Alistair said quickly, partly because he could see from Doris' raised eyebrow that, for her, it seemed to be a very good point. "The point being, I think I've earned the right to go about my daily business in my own home without worrying about my garden exploding."
"It was just a small explosion!" Ace protested.
"The size of the explosion, again, is beside the point. The point is that there shouldn't be explosions happening at all."
"Where'd you even get the explosives, anyway?" Doris asked, trying to be gentle.
"I made them."
"You *made* them?"
"Yeah," Ace said eagerly, warming to the subject, "just with stuff from 'round the house. It's brilliant, what you can mix together from common household chemicals."
Not for the first time, Alistair could see why this girl appealed to the Doctor, and vice versa. (2,200 words)
author:goldenrod  fandom:Doctor.Who  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:fluff  activity:gardening  companion:Ace.McShane  companion:Brigadier.Lethbridge-Stewart  doctor:7th  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-12  recced:2015-03 
march 2015 by turlough
turps: Comfort in Sound
REC: The one where they're art thieves and Pete is a really annoying psychic. This was a great story, both fun and serious. I love how Pete's oversharing is both annoying and one of the things that helps holding them together. And I also loved the deft way the writer use their banter and Gerard's thoughts to show us the characters of all the guys. (2015-02-22)
QUOTE: Pete's wearing a black hoodie, one that's at least two sizes too big. With the hood up and sleeves completely covering his hands it looks like he's hiding: and maybe he is. Despite the explanations and demonstrations, despite running as a crew for so long, Gerard still isn't sure of Pete's thing.
"My thing is beautiful," Pete says then, his eyes gleaming from within the shadowy recess of his hood. "I can show you if you want, or ask Mikey. He's seen it."
"No one wants to see your thing," Ray cuts in, as if there's even a chance Gerard was about to say yes. Which he wasn't. There's no need to, Gerard's already seen it enough.
"Ah, but it wasn't a real look," Pete says, and starts grinning with all those many many white teeth. "You only caught a glimpse, it's more impressive than that."
"What's more impressive?" Mikey asks, causing the van to tilt briefly as he climbs inside and squashes onto the bench seat between Pete and Gerard. "Did you get me a coffee?"
"My thing, and yes," Pete says, handing an extra large takeout cup to Mikey. "It's got a foam heart under the lid, Gerard asked for it. I think it's a symbol of our everlasting and destined by fate love."
"Gerard's love for you?" Mikey asks, sounding interested as he glances at Gerard before taking a long drink of coffee. Putting down the cup he wipes at his mouth and adds, "Pete's thing *is* more impressive. He'll show you sometime."
"No he won't." Ray turns in his seat and takes a deep breath before letting it out slowly. "No one want's to see Pete's thing. Pete's thing isn't an issue today, and you need to stop focussing in."
The last is addressed to Pete, who shrugs and pulls down his hood, blinking as his eyes are exposed to the light. "I couldn't help it, Gerard was thinking too hard."
"Gerard always thinks too hard, it's what he does," Ray says, and reaches behind him, pointedly tapping one of the monitors that line the van's side. "We've got ten minutes before the galley shuts for the day. We should be discussing the plan, not Pete's penis." (2,460 words)
author:turps  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:action/adventure  activity:stealing  activity:rescue  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:esp:telepathy  condition:injury  relationship:friendship  relationship:established  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pairing:Frank/Gerard(secondary)  pairing:Mikey/Pete(secondary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2015.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-02  recced:2015-02 
march 2015 by turlough
snarkydame: Dreams Like Deadly
REC: The one where Mikey wakes up in a dream and there are dragons. A beautiful story with lovely writing and a wonderfully strange and dreamy atmosphere. I particularly loved how the dragons were written. So vivid you could practically see them. (2015-02-22)
QUOTE: "The roof should be just a few more flights up," he said. "We can get the lay of the land from there."
They went on. Mikey's legs were burning. The amber emergency lights shone steadily, unflinchingly. They glowed off the sweat on the back of Ray's neck, and glinted in his hair.
The door to the roof opened effortlessly. Mikey had to catch at it, panicked, as it swung shut again. He didn't want to be locked on the roof.
Ray handed him a chunk of concrete cinder to stop the door, and the two of them reveled for a moment in the cool air outside the stairwell.
In fact, Mikey thought after a very short while, it was cold.
The oppressive heat rising from the basement had given way to a brisk wind, which smelled of ice, and snow, and winter.
Mikey shivered, and Ray drew closer, leaning against his arm. He was thankful for the warmth.
The sky was pale, a distant, washed out grey. He couldn't see the sun behind the clouds, and there were no shadows.
The building they were on was higher than those around them. Mikey looked over the waist high ledge. The city was still. No taxis, no pedestrians. No murmur of voices or machinery. Not even pigeons, fluttering under ledges.
And then, wings.
They unfolded slowly, almost ponderously, and Mikey felt Ray's hand clench around his wrist. Just below them, across the street on the roof of what looked like a office building, the great white dragon yawned.
It was bigger than the one in the basement, Mikey thought. Its scales were ghostly, its wings transparent as sheets of ice. Its teeth were... Mikey gulped. Its teeth were longer than he was tall.
And there was a brilliantly blue scale, dead center in its massive chest. (2,240 words)
author:snarkydame  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  things:dreams  beings:dragons  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  setting:other.world  time:post-band  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Mikey/Ray(primary)  pov:Mikey  challenge:2015.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-02  recced:2015-02 
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
Lucifuge5: You Can't Plan for Love
REC: Future arranged marriage fic, or the one where Mikey and Ray bond over pro wrestling. A cute little piece of fluff. (2015-02-22)
QUOTE: Judge Morrison cleared his throat. "And now, we can open the discussion on the final item." He looked over his glasses, tilting his head while giving Mikey what could only be described as an assessing look. "I believe it is in the best interest of everyone involved if Mr. Way could clarify whether he'd prefer the wedding to take place in the summer or in the fall?"
"The wedding? What? I don't - *what*?" He glanced at Brian before directing his gaze back to the judge.
"Your Honor," Brian said, "may we pause the proceedings so that I can confer with my clients?"
"Very well, Mr. Schecter," Judge Morrison replied with ease. "You have 10 minutes."
"Thank you, Your Honor," Brian said, sitting next to Mikey in one swift move. He leaned over to Mikey, keeping his voice steady. "All right, listen up and listen good 'cause we only have a few: the last clause in the agreement between your family's multi-planetary industries and the Toro family's corporation is a symbolic union between the families. A show of good faith and all that."
Mikey turned halfway around until he faced Brian. "An arranged marriage? That's so... I didn't even think people did things like that anymore."
"I know." Brian made a calming gesture. "It's a rare thing nowadays, that is true. The Toros are a very *traditional* family. From what I know, the youngest son has yet to be betrothed. It makes sense that they would use any opportunity to close all kinds of deals, so to speak." (1,260 words)
author:lucifuge5  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  concept:ordinary.lives  relationship:marriage  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Mikey/Ray(primary)  pov:Mikey  challenge:2015.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-02  recced:2015-02 
march 2015 by turlough
akamine_chan: Electric Blue
REC: Grant, Gerard, a mirror, and an electric blue suit. A wonderfully hot little PWP with very vivid writing. You can really see them together in front of that mirror. (2015-02-08)
QUOTE: Grant moves closer, until his chest is pressed to Gerard's back. "Very pretty," he purrs into Gerard's ear, and he doesn't miss the shiver that slips down Gerard's spine. "Hold out your arms," he says , nipping at Gerard's earlobe, and yes, it's as he thought. "The sleeves are a little short."
"Yeah," Gerard says, breathless.
Grant's worn more than his fair share of suits. "Arms down." He tugs on the bottom of the jacket, checking the length. "Not bad." He adjusts the tie, making it a tiny bit tighter and trying to ignore the way Gerard swallows loudly in the quiet of their bedroom.
He buttons the jacket and brushes away some lint, and looks Gerard over in the mirror. "Yes, so very handsome." The slacks are a little loose, but the hem falls right where it should, and Grant can clearly see how hard Gerard is getting in the mirror. "So vain."
"I'm not," Gerard protests. "It's just -"
"Just what, Gerard?" Grant asks, his voice silky. "Just like to show off, make people *want* you - Grant presses his hand lightly against the bulge of Gerard's erection, and smiles at the sound Gerard makes. "They can look, but they can't have you, can they? Because you're mine." Grant rubs a little, and watches as Gerard's face goes soft in the mirror. "Look at yourself," he urges, because Gerard is such a beautiful sight, red-orange hair a stark contrast to the blue of the suit. (1,100 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:crossover  fic:genre:PWP  things:mirrors  things:Gerard's.blue.suit  relationship:established  smut:exhibitionism  smut:handjob  time:post-band  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Gerard.and.the.Hormones  pairing:Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pov:Grant.Morrison  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-02  recced:2015-02 
february 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
turps: Suds Crossing
REC: The one where Gerard works at a magical laundromat. A totally charming little story with some wonderful Way brothers interaction. And I love the setting, the way it's so normal and everyday while also being completely magical. (2015-02-01)
QUOTE: "Guard the rip, they said. It's important, they said." Gerard kicks a huge bag, and then kicks it again when the bag tips on its side, spilling out a mini avalanche of musty and stained clothes. "They didn't say I'd be scrubbing out dragon's blood that's soaked into leather."
"Technically you don't do that." Mikey looks up from the magazine he's reading, tilting his head toward the back room. "Ray did the last lot, with that bubbly acid shit he invented."
Gerard shrugs, too caught up in his rant to allow Mikey's point. Plus, even if it is technically true it was still Gerard who has to sort out the bags and dispose of stray bits of intestine. Which is fucking disgusting, and next time Gerard sees Frank he's going to tell him just that.
"And you would have hated the mountain post," Mikey points out, putting down his magazine and stretching out his leg so he can tap one of the dryers with the toe of his boot. "No internet and living in a cave. Fuck that shit."
Gerard picks up a shirt, frowning when something green and no doubt toxic drips to the floor. "The cave has living quarters, and I can cope without internet."
"Of course you can, Mr-display-my-socks-and-food-to-the-world," Mikey says, watching as an iridescent oversized firefly emerges from the dryer and darts out of the open front door. "And the cave pad isn't that special. The fur quartz bed gets old."
"I'd still like to try it," Gerard says, brandishing a stiffened sock in Mikey's direction when it looks like he's about to reply. "I don't want to know."
"Know what?" Mikey grins and with a deft flick of his wrist, turns the sock into a shimmering black rose. (1,000 words)
author:turps  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:urban.fantasy  fic:source:picture  activity:laundry  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:magic  occupation:wizard/witch  relationship:brothers  setting:laundromat  challenge:2015.PicFor1000  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-01  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: When the Sunlight Dies (Sharpest Lives 'verse 34)
REC: It was colder than it'd been in a long time. A lovely little glimpse from The Sharpest Lives verse. (2015-01-18)
QUOTE: The acid rains were bad enough, but this was just brutal. No one in the Zones knew how to deal the frost and snow and ice, and it was throwing a big wrench into all of their plans.
"Fuck," Ghoul muttered, shuffling closer on the bench seat. He was wearing an impossible number of layers; Poison was sure Ghoul had on every single article of clothing he owned. And still he was shivering.
There'd been three big fires across two Zones, people trying to stay warm and well, when things caught on fire, there was no way to put 'em out. You just had to stay clear until it burned itself out. So far, no one had been seriously hurt, but it was only a matter of time. (334 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  universe:Sharpest.Lives.verse  activity:cuddling  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:rebellion  concept:apocalypse  things:snow  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Party.Poison  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-01  recced:2015-01  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  universe:Danger.Days 
january 2015 by turlough
something_safe: Code Red
REC: Party is looking for medicine but finds pretty much the exact opposite. The writing is a little awkward in places, particularly the similes, but it's still a very hot little PWP. (2014-12-07)
QUOTE: Winded, Party can't even gasp for breath because Korse's hands are suddenly fastening around his neck, heedless of injury. His grip is iron clad, eyes flinty with anticipation as he slams Party's head back against the tile, sending the room into a whirling kaleidoscope of pain. Even with one of Party's feet wedged hard against the joint of his hip, knee against his chest, he can still put enough weight into his movements to squeeze him dizzy, the scrambling and clawing of Party's hands pathetically ineffective.
"This really is a sloppy second, Red," Korse breathes, drooling carrion and seething hatred with every word. "S'like your heart's just not in it."
Stomach squirming and face hot, Party chokes on a response, sucking in a wheezing breath and gripping helplessly at the bunched fabric at Korse's shoulders. With hands around his throat and weight on his thighs, he feels physically confused, vulnerable and empowered.
"Well - I didn't wanna make you feel bad -" he hacks, "old guy like you, s'probably hard going -"
"How sweet of you..." Korse grins now, but it's not a nice grin. Party likes it though, it looks good on his usually stony face.
"Mm- well I do what I can, y'know. Ego's a fragile thing and I know you're very attached to yours. I'm very philanthropic that way."
"Oh you are, Party," Korse agrees, "you always do seem ready to take one for the team." (2,720 words)
author:something_safe  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:PWP  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:violence  condition:injury  occupation:rebel  occupation:exterminator  smut:fucking  smut:rough.sex  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Party.Poison/Korse(primary)  pov:Party.Poison  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-10  recced:2014-12  universe:Danger.Days 
december 2014 by turlough
inlovewithnight: Brother If You Have a Chance To Pick Me Up
REC: Gerard looked so good in his Bowie drag, Mikey kind of didn't know what to do with himself. A beautiful glimpse of the Way brothers post-band. inlovewithnight is so good at writing the Ways and their complicated relationship. (2014-11-16)
QUOTE: "Oh shit." Gerard was off and running and Mikey zoned out, letting his brother's voice wash around him while his eyes wandered up and down the lines of Gerard's body, the lines of the suit wrapped around it, the lines and angles and punctuation made by his movements and gestures. The shoes made him glide like he was dancing. The presence of... something; the collar on the shirt? The tie? The jacket lapels? Something about it made him present knees and elbows with every step and wave of his arm.
With Gerard, the package always affected the contents. Mikey could flash back through them one by one: the aggression of Party Poison, the exaggerated carefulness of the Patient, the falling-star recklessness of the nameless Revenge caricatures. Between and behind them, the guy who was his brother, the one his skin and his heart recognized as 'part-of-us' even when he closed his eyes.
Some things never changed.
Gerard produced his wallet with a flourish. "It's on me."
"What am I going to owe you for that?"
Gerard smirked and handed his credit card over with a snap of his wrist. "An hour of hard labor."
Mikey smiled and it didn't even ache. Some things changed when no one was looking. (1,900 words)
author:inlovewithnight  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:PWP  activity:photography  things:memories  relationship:brothers  relationship:Waycest  smut:blowjob  smut:vehicle.sex  time:post-band  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary)  pov:Mikey  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-09  recced:2014-11 
november 2014 by turlough
akamine_chan; Twisting Fate
REC: A sweet little story about Frank's first meeting with My Chem and Gerard, his soulmate. (2014-11-16)
QUOTE: "Oh, hey, Mikeyway. Long time no see," he says after literally bumping into Mikey, who's huddled next to the singer. Frank takes a pointy elbow to the ribs, but that's okay. "Didn't know you were in a new band." Mikey's like Frank, he's been in a billion different bands over the years. Mikey'd even tried out for Pencey, once.
"Yeah, with my brother," Mikey says, pulling the singer closer. "Frank, Hambone, Gerard, my brother." Mikey looks proud. "We always talked about starting a band someday, and we finally did."
"Hey," Hambone says casually, before turning away to talk to someone else.
Frank sighs, because Hambone's been such a tool lately. "Hey," Frank offers, extending his hand to Gerard. Gerard reaches out to shake and when their hands touch, something happens.
It's almost like drowning, sinking down into cool water, where everything's still and quiet. He feels calm and relaxed, like dying and being reborn at the same time. His entire being slows, stills, the very atoms and molecules winding down to stop.
Gerard's eyes widen in surprise. The universe pauses, holds its breath, and the moment stretches out. (2,060 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff  fic:genre:character.study  activity:performing  concept:mindmeld/soulbond  setting:bar/club  time:pre-band  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-09  recced:2014-11 
november 2014 by turlough
akamine_chan: Firecracker Wishes
REC: Gerard before the show at Reading. This is wonderful. I love this Gerard with all his neuroses and how much he loves his family and his friends. And the phone call from Frank is perfection! (2014-09-14)
QUOTE: Gerard looks at himself in the mirror and fiddles with his hair, which only makes things worse. "Fuck," he mutters to himself, and uses his fingers to try to make it look less stupid. He gives up after a few minutes and just shakes his head vigorously.
He hates waiting. He bounces on his feet a few times, puts on his sunglasses, takes them off, puts them back on. His hands are tingling and he's pretty sure he's going to forget the words to at least one of the songs. He thinks about drinking some water, but he knows that he'll end up needed to piss in the middle of his set and - no, not doing that.
His phone chirps and he snatches it up, happy for the distraction.
'break a leg proud of you'
He smiles, and he knows it's a bit wobbly, but he doesn't care. Ray knows how nervous Gerard is about this, they talked about it a couple of weeks ago, and Ray is the best friend ever.
He misses his band. (1,000 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  condition:stagefright  things:Twitter  relationship:friendship  time:post-band  geography:UK  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-09  recced:2014-09 
september 2014 by turlough
rubytuesday5681: You Can Trust Me
REC: They only made out once. It shouldn't be a big deal but Frank can't get Gerard out of is mind. A nice sequel to 'Mikey Way's Annoying Older Brother'. Frank feels very believable as a young teenager. (2014-08-17)
QUOTE: The thing is, he just can't get it out of his mind - the whole making out with Gerard thing. At first he was willing to give himself a break because that was a totally hot and heavy make out session, more intense than anything he's ever done before. In fact, if Ray hadn't called when he did and interrupted them, Frank has no idea how far it might have gone. He can't be certain, but it totally felt like Gerard was about to move his hand from Frank's back to his ass just before the phone rang.
Fucking Ray. Totally not his fault, but still.
So yeah, perfectly reasonable that Frank basically rubbed his dick raw jerking off to thoughts of Gerard for a few days after that. Frank is fourteen and horny and apparently a stud because he hooked up with a *college* dude.
But it was *Gerard*. And ever since the "incident" (as Frank has taken to calling it in his mind) Gerard's been acting totally normal - like nothing even happened. And that's fine. It's totally fine because Gerard was drunk and maybe doesn't even remember and he's way too old for Frank anyway and Frank doesn't even *like* Gerard. In fact, he actively *dislikes* Gerard because he doesn't shower and his hair is always greasy and once he starts talking about something political he never shuts up.
And Frank was doing just fine not thinking about Gerard tonight. He was. He had fun playing board games with the kids and made up a bedtime story for them about farts. It was hilarious. But then after they went to sleep he was bored and started flipping through TV channels and of course there was some stupid romcom on with people making out all over the place and now Frank's sitting here like a total lunatic touching his lips and trying to remember why it was so cool to feel Gerard's teeth with his tongue. (3,570 words)
author:rubytuesday5681  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  fic:genre:character.study  beings:teenagers  occupation:student.high.school  occupation:student.college  relationship:UST  things:memories  location:Way.basement  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2014.Pod_Together  +length:short.1k-5k  !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
romanticalgirl: Cover Me
REC: Mikey needs it. A hot and lovely Way brothers fisting PWP. (2014-05-11)
QUOTE: Gerard shuts the bedroom door. Years of habit, of hiding. Mikey stands there, shaking a little, and Gerard turns him around. He’s significantly shorter than Mikey, but finding Mikey’s mouth is always easy. It’s a warm kiss, not passionate. Comforting, just how he knows Mikey likes it for this. "Undress."
Mikey nods and steps back, shedding his clothes. They smell too, so Mikey hasn’t showered or changed clothes. He presses against the side of his shoes after he’s got them off and uses them to force the clothes out of the way.
"Turn around." He does and Gerard has to groan. There’s a plug in Mikey’s ass, and from the color, Gerard knows it’s the biggest one Mikey has. The drive over must have been torture. (1,190 words)

(also at http://inlovewithnight.dreamwidth.org/424121.html?thread=1800377#cmt1800377 )
author:romanticalgirl  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:PWP  relationship:brothers  relationship:Waycest  relationship:poly  smut:sex.toys  smut:fisting  time:post-band  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(secondary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2014.Commentfist.Fest  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-05  recced:2014-05 
may 2014 by turlough
synonomy: The One Where Gerard Is A Chef With A Very Unhandy Problem
REC: Chef!Gerard and handyman!Frank. A fluffy, cute, and hot little PWP. (2014-04-20)
QUOTE: It was Frank that came to the rescue (well, technically it was Mikey, since he's the one who brought Frank to Gerard's attention and the one who made the call, but the point still stands) which is no doubt a highly contributing factor, Gerard knows. Like, Frank saved his first night as a restaurant owner - his first night of living his lifelong dream - from being a complete disaster. He didn't have to do it, probably had something else he could have been doing, and yet he helped Gerard out anyway.
Plus, he's stupidly hot. Gerard isn't surprised in the slightest he feels the way he does.
Still, he doesn't want to think about it. He's not an idiot, he senses the spark between them, but Frank is the only guy he trusts with his baby: this place. He'd rather not get into anything that carries a risk of losing that.
He takes Frank the coffee, sipping his own while he watches him fiddle with the fusebox, swearing occasionally. "Any joy?"
"I think so," Frank says, teeth gritted. "Just gotta - *motherfuckingshit* tits on a *stick*! Ah - yeah, there we go. Try it now."
Gerard can't help but grin, heading back into the kitchen and shutting the still-open oven door with his foot. He takes a breath, turns the dial, and after it clicks back at him reassuringly a few times, it whirs to life. Gerard whoops triumphantly, relief washing over him. "So we can open tomorrow after all!"
"You're welcome," Frank says, appearing in the kitchen with a grin. He puts his toolbox on the metal counter and swings his ass up next to it, mug cradled in his hands. He shakes his head and makes negative noises when Gerard pulls out his wallet. "Gee, no, come on. It was nothing. I've only been here, like, twenty minutes."
"It's three in the morning, you help me out all the time, and I'm paying you," Gerard insists.
"I was awake anyway, you're a friend, and this was just a favor," Frank counters, waving away the bills Gerard thrusts at him. "Next time you want me to come unclog your toilets, *then* you can pay me."
Gerard scowls, reluctantly putting his money away. "Is there any way at all I can get you to take my money tonight?"
"Nope," Frank says cheerfully. "But I'll take a grilled cheese and a beer, if it will ease your conscience." (4,990 words)
author:synonomy  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  fic:genre:PWP  activity:DIY  activity:cooking  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:baker/cook  occupation:handyman  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  setting:café/diner/restaurant  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-04  recced:2014-04 
april 2014 by turlough
turps: What I'm Looking For
REC: The one where Gerard and Mikey are shape-shifting sheeps in a family of wolves. A wonderfully heartwarming story about finding your way in the world. So sweet and gentle and quietly funny. And the writing is lovely. (2014-03-09) The one where Gerard and Mikey are shape-shifting sheeps in a family of wolves. A wonderfully heartwarming story about finding your place in the world. Sweet and gentle and quietly funny. (2014-04-25)
QUOTE: For a while, things remained okay.
While being a sheep wasn't cool, Gerard got used to wandering deserted streets, his hooves clattering against the sidewalk, Mikey his constant companion. Together they kept to the shadows, Gerard showing Mikey the parks where you could eat semi-clean grass, baa-laughing when Mikey attempted to run and rolled down a slight bank, his still wobbly legs splayed and wool straggly and dull in the moonlight.
Sure, they weren't hunting, and maybe extended family gatherings were an exercise in ignoring cousins licking their lips, but none of that mattered. How could it when Gerard had Mikey, and they spent hours concocting plans about undercover sheep heroes and discussing how Gerard could gather and spin his own wool.
It's how everyone got scarves for Christmas that year. If they looked a bit tatty with multiple dropped stitches and a distinct scent of BO, well, that was fine. His parents and grandma wore them regardless. (1,000 words)
author:turps  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:source:picture  activity:transformation.animate  activity:knitting  beings:animals.others  concept:ordinary.lives  relationship:brothers  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2014.PicFor1000  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-03  recced:2014-03 
march 2014 by turlough
xaritomene: Incentive
REC: The one where Gerard has terrible sleeping habits and Frank desperately wants a good night's sleep. Very cute and fluffy little story. (2014-03-09)
QUOTE: His first attempt was simple: distraction from Gerard's usual night-time activities (painting, channel-hopping, drawing, drinking coffee) with sex, followed by the inevitable post-coital lethargy, which would clearly be followed by sleep. It was totally foolproof.
Gerard was just about to disappear into the little room at the back of the house that acted as his de-facto studio when Frank intercepted him with a grin. "So!" he said, and Gerard smiled back and played along.
"So," he agreed easily.
"We haven't fucked in a while," Frank said, since really, Gerard might be a fucking genius in some areas, but if Frank tried to talk around the subject and be all coy, they'd end up chatting about it for hours and then Gerard would go off and - write fucking poetry with sex-metaphors designed to highlight the frailty of the human existence, or some shit like that. So. Directness was key.
The downside was Gerard apparently choking on his own tongue, or something, but Frank was used to working from a disadvantage. (1,540 words)
(also at http://xari-xryso-fic.livejournal.com/4279.html )
author:xaritomene  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff  condition:insomnia  relationship:established  setting:on.break  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2011.Bandom.Valentine  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2011-03  recced:2014-03 
march 2014 by turlough
amisophe: Friends We Know Like Fallout Vapors
REC: Gerard and Ray and the beginning of the band. This is a beautiful little story. So clear and sharp and brittle and it really captures that fragile moment when the idea of the band started to turn into reality. And I love the hint of future possibilities there is in the way Gerard and Ray see each other. (2014-03-02)
QUOTE: The thing about Ray is that he's worth noticing. He hides it under a sweet, quiet singing voice and a sort of timidity that makes it extra surprising when he busts out the Metallica, but Gerard wonders from the beginning if it's the same sort of quiet that kept him scared and hiding under nondescript black hoodies in high school.
Gerard pokes, metaphorically.
"Hey, Ray," he says.
Ray looks up from the half-crushed box of cables under the TV. His hair is frizzy and unwashed, and Gerard loses his train of thought.
"Uh," he says. "Do you think the kids will ever like us?"
"What," Ray says. "You mean the music?"
"Yeah," Gerard says.
"Well, um, if you keep writing stuff like this, I think we have a chance," Ray says. He was always the optimistic one.
"Do you think you would have liked this, in high school?"
"I... didn't talk a lot in high school," Ray starts. "I mean, I still don't, I guess, but it was different, you know?" He taps on the guitar with his nails, which are getting long. It makes a hollow sound. "No one talked to me about the devil except my grandma, for one."
"Jesus," Gerard says, "you're missing out."
"Not anymore," Ray says, raising his eyebrows. The brightest lightbulb in the basement flickers over the torn-up carpet. (1,160 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/1251751 )
author:amisophe  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  activity:performing  concept:music  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  time:pre-band  time:early.days  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Ray(secondary)  pov:Gerard  pov:Ray  challenge:2014.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-02  recced:2014-03 
march 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?"
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
jabbergrey: How Far Down
REC: Pete gets Patrick a hooker - Mikey's brother Gerard. This was so much better than I feared it would be from the prompt. I liked the way it acknowledged the tricky task of balancing between "fantasy" and "reality" in that sort of scenario. The characterisations were very good and it was really hot too. (2014-03-02)
QUOTE: "I don't believe this," blurts Patrick. "That's..."
"Exactly what you want to do to me?" Gerard gives him a knowing smile. "Yeah. I can tell you want to push me around. Right?"
"Yeah," says Patrick hoarsely. He thinks, now, that he could tell Gerard what he wants to do to him, but the rush of images in his head is too much - he doesn't know where to start.
"Do you know what you could make me do?" Gerard goes on.
He's too pretty, dirty and sharp and unreal in the yellow room. Patrick decides then; he's going to do this, and do it how he wants to.
He returns Gerard's smile, feeling saw-toothed and unreal, and says deliberately, "Anything."
"Now we're talking," Gerard says happily, and Patrick sees his other persona settle back over him: he suddenly looks lost and too-thin and needy.
"God, I want to break you," he finds himself saying. For a horrifying moment he's afraid he's fucked up - said something bad or stupid - but Gerard leans toward him, eyes closing, and sighs.
"Just tell me what to do," he says, and slow warmth pours into Patrick's chest.
Patrick brushes past him and sits down on the bed. "Show me that you want it."
"You want the...?"
"The campy seductive thing, yeah," Patrick says, and Gerard grins at him.
It's not the same campy seductive thing; Gerard runs his fingers through his wild hair, stretches, and slinks forward to sink down on his knees in front of Patrick. His stupid too-big muscle shirt shifts to reveal a new slice of pale skin, muscle and the soft curve of extra flesh at his hip. (3,490 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/1744043 )
author:jabbergrey  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:PWP  fic:genre:character.study  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:prostitution  relationship:d/s  smut:roleplay  smut:pain.kink  smut:masturbation  smut:blowjob  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pairing:Gerard/Patrick(primary)  pov:Patrick  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
cold_clarity: The Endearing Kind of Awkward
REC: Pete makes good on all the twitter-flirting he and Gerard's been doing. A lovely little story with a really nice Pete characterisation. He and Gerard really are endearingly awkward together. (2014-02-02)
QUOTE: They meet at Gerard's car, after Pete has rinsed off and changed. The nighttime settles over them, cool and clear, and Pete is pretty sure he's never done anything so high school since he was actually in high school. Gerard looks strange in the pallor of the streetlamps, his eyes suddenly overlarge in a very delicate face.
He's smoking a cigarette, and, at Pete's approach, he exhales and smiles, and the smoke thins to nothing between them, ephemeral.
"Nice car," Pete remarks.
Gerard drops the cigarette to the ground, stamping it out with his heel. "Thanks. I... really like cars."
"Just - I wouldn't have called that."
That slanted smile again. "Yeah, I contain multitudes or whatever."
Pete laughs. "Well. I'm ready if you are."
Gerard jangles his keys. "Hop in."
They drive with the windows mostly down, the city scrolling past the highway in a neon rush. Pete tucks his hands under his thighs so that he doesn't fidget and he wonders how it is that Gerard can drive without music to fill the silence. His throat feels tight. (2,060 words)
author:cold_clarity  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  activity:performing  things:Twitter  things:comics  things:memories  relationship:poly  time:post-band  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pairing:Gerard/Pete(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(secondary)  pov:Pete  +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
gorgeousnerd: Powderpuff
REC: It's not as if Frank's opposed to powderpuff football. It's just that the timing is bad. I bookmarked this when it was new but then I forgot about it until now. Anyway, it's a very hot fic and I really like the way it plays with gender. The way both Frank and Gerard's view of each other changes while the underlying feelings stay the same. (2014-02-02)
QUOTE: Ray smiles a little sideways. "Besides, you look hot."
Coming from Ray, that means a lot.
They run onto the track when they're fully changed, pom poms shaking. The varsity and JV cheer squads are on the field in uniforms, but before Frank can spot Gerard, Jamia intercepts, eyes shining above her greasepaint streaks.
"I thought you'd fit my uniform." She tugs on the skirt a little. "How's it feel?"
"*Cold*. Don't you have a game to play?"
Jamia kisses him on the cheek. "To win."
She moves aside, and the rest of the cheer squad comes into view. Gerard's in the center, next to co-captain Lindsey, but everyone's heads are bowed while Gerard speaks too quietly for Frank to hear. Gerard keeps flicking the flag in the back pocket of his football pants nervously - powderpuff isn't full-contact football - and runs his hands through his hair nervously.
It's interesting seeing Gerard like this. It's easy to think he'd be super butch in the football gear and more effiminate in the cheer outfit, but that's not how it works at all. Maybe it was being around smaller, rounder women, but cheering, Frank can never look away from the angle of Gerard's jaw or the jut of his shoulders. Today, with the pads and a helmet in hand, the curves of Gerard's hips and the prettiness of his face are impossible to ignore. Frank starts to lick his lips before he tastes the chalkiness of his cheap lipstick and makes himself stop.
But Gerard looks up, and when his eyes point Frank's way, he licks his lips for Frank. Frank shifts on his feet as Gerard jogs over.
"Hey," Gerard says when he stops a couple feet away.
"Hey. You look good out there."
A comment like that the night before, when they did the dinner-and-a-movie thing for the first time, would have made Gerard duck his head or blush. Not now. Gerard's eyes are dark and fixed, and fuck, good thing Jamia's skirt isn't too short. Frank needs something to hide his growing boner. (2,290 words)
(also at http://firmament.dreamwidth.org/67750.html )
author:gorgeousnerd  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  activity:crossdressing  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:genderfuck  occupation:student.high.school  relationship:established  smut:blowjob  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  challenge:2013.Kink.Bingo  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-08  recced:2014-02 
february 2014 by turlough
rubytuesday5681: Mikey Way's Annoying Older Brother
REC: Gerard's different when he comes back from his first year at art school. Or maybe it's Frank's that different. A very sweet story with a great portrayal of Frank as a young teenager. (2014-02-02)
QUOTE: He surprises himself then by saying out loud, "I don't get it." He thinks he must be drunk. When he's sober he only really talks to Gerard if Gerard's asked him a question or if Frank really needs something from him.
"Hmmm." Gerard's eyes are heavy-lidded. He's obviously more than half-drunk, too. He perks up a bit, eyes brightening as he asks, "What don't you get?"
"Just -" Frank waves a hand, agitated now. "Mikey and Pete." The alcohol is definitely affecting him, because suddenly Frank feels like venting. To *Gerard*. "I mean, it isn't that there's anything wrong with Pete. I guess he's okay to look at, but Mikey acts like he's the coolest dude on earth just because he already has a car and that stupid tattoo."
"I don't know." Gerard scratches his head, thinking for a moment. "I guess the excitement over the car is really the convenience factor. It's nice dating someone who can pick you up whenever they want." Frank isn't able to stop himself from making an exaggerated gagging sound when Gerard says "dating". That makes Gerard smile, his eyes crinkling up at the corners. Frank suddenly feels hot for no real reason. He pulls off his hoodie and realizes his cheeks feel flushed. Definitely drunk. "And you have to admit," Gerard continues, "Finding a way to get an underage tattoo is pretty badass. I know how hot you are to get ink of your own. Maybe there's a little jealousy there."
"Fuck you," Frank spits out.
Gerard just laughs. "Could be jealousy over more than just ink actually. It really sucks when your best friend starts dating before you. Same thing happened to me when Ray and Christa started dating."
Frank cocks his head to the side. Could this be real? Is Gerard Way actually able to relate to something Frank is going through? How odd. (3,140 words)
author:rubytuesday5681  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  activity:drinking  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:student.high.school  occupation:student.college  relationship:UST  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Mikey/Pete(secondary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2013.Bandom.Holidays  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-12  recced:2014-02 
february 2014 by turlough
dapatty: To Be the Friction In Your Jeans
REC: Ray keeps seeing Gerard everywhere but it takes some time before he finally bumps into them. Such a cute and sweet and funny little story. (2014-02-02)
QUOTE: "Oh shit! I'm so sorry," Ray said, steadying Gee with his hands on their shoulders and then let go. It was never cool to hold strangers, unless the stranger you were meeting was Dewees and Dewees was a dude with no personal space. But anyway, Ray was trying not to stare at this outfit which he thought was some sort of a-line dress-like tunic thing that was black over these amazing tights that were lace and had this delicate skull pattern. And *oh shit* they were talking to Ray.
"It's cool. I probably ran into you. I was too busy with my nose in a book," and then giggled this ridiculous and endearing little laugh and Ray might have to admit to being a little gone for Gee already. Frank was going to laugh at him so hard.
Ray smiled to find that Gee was holding the same paperback that Ray had swung into the bookstore to pick up.
"Hey, I stopped by to get this," Ray said gesturing at the book.
"Yeah? I love this series," Gee gestured wildly with the book. "I hear it's Toby's last good day."
"I know! Like the other days have been good? Fuck," Ray laughed. "Our hearts are gonna be totally broken after this one. Probably."
"Yeah. I should stop by Frank and Jamia's and get preemptive comfort pastries," Gee said, tucking a stray strand of hair behind their ear.
"I was gonna swing by and get some tarts, myself," Ray said and then in a moment of boldness that he had no idea where it came from, "Wanna go get a coffee?" (1,650 words)
author:dapatty  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:genderfuck  occupation:shop.assistant  relationship:UST  setting:café/diner/restaurant  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Ray(primary)  pairing:Frank/Jamia(secondary)  pov:Ray  challenge:2013.Bandom.Holidays  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-12  recced:2014-02 
february 2014 by turlough
gorgeousnerd: Frank the Crankiest Elf
REC: The one where Frank is Santa Claus' stepson and hates Christmas. Such a cute and fun little story. Totally the best sort of fluff. (2014-01-19)
QUOTE: Except the fucking band was doing a show entirely full of *Christmas covers*. The lead singer was hot in that week-old-black-eyeliner kind of way, sure, but he was wearing a Santa hat, and Frank was right in front of the stage, glaring at the drum kit.
Frank stayed where he was, arms crossed, as the band played through Santa Claus is Coming to Town and I'll Be Home for Christmas. Their guitarist was thrashing through the songs like he was in a metal band, and maybe Frank hated fucking Christmas, but he could respect good playing. He'd still been playing up north and everything; he couldn't let his own skills get rusty.
When the band took a break to get water, people started yelling requests. The lead singer strutted around as he sipped at his water and threw out a line or two of most of the song people called out acapella. Of course he had fucking vocal chops.
"I see why you like them," Frank begrudgingly muttered to Dewees during a snippet of All I Want For Christmas is You. Dewees elbowed him back. (2,090 words)
(also at http://firmament.dreamwidth.org/71117.html )
author:gorgeousnerd  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  activity:performing  holiday:Christmas  concept:magic  relationship:friendship  smut:blowjob  setting:bar/club  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:myth:North.Pole  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-01  recced:2014-01 
january 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
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: Find Out Your Hiding Places Again
REC: Gerard doesn't think he's lost enough blood to start hallucinating. The one where Gerard and Mikey have become superheroes on different sides. I love how lowkey this was. Just two brothers finally talking after having drifted apart. annemari write such lovely Way brothers interaction. (2013-11-03)
QUOTE: Gerard doesn't think he's lost enough blood to start hallucinating.
"Shit," Mikey says. "Shit, Gee, what the fuck?"
"How?" Gerard asks. "How do you - how did I - ow, fuck, motherfucker."
"Stop moving," Mikey says. "Okay, now get up, we have to go."
"That's a contradiction," Gerard says, and lets Mikey pull him up. His side is bleeding, and it really hurts like a motherfucker, but his costume absorbed some of the impact and helped keep the worst damage at bay.
"But -" Gerard wheezes, leaning heavily on Mikey. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
"What are *you* doing here?"
"I asked you first. Ow."
"Easy," Mikey says. "Shit, we need to get you to the hospital."
"I'm fine," Gerard says automatically. He stumbles, and groans when the wound throbs. Fucking ow. "Okay, never mind. A hospital sounds really good."
There's a blast to their right and Mikey curses and pulls them to cover behind a shelf. "Can't you tell your guys to fucking back off?"
Gerard rests his head against the shelf, panting. "Hey," he says. "We. We didn't start this."
Mikey doesn't reply; he pulls Gerard up again and they keep moving. Gerard follows him blindly; he pushed his mask up when he got hit and the enemy ran up to him. Except the enemy turned out to be *Mikey*. (2,730 words)
author:annemaris  fandom:Bandom  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:AU  activity:rescue  concept:superpowers  condition:injury  occupation:vigilante  occupation:musician  relationship:brothers  setting:mall  setting:clinic/hospital  time:post-band  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2013.Bandom_Meme.Exchange  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-10  recced:2013-11 
november 2013 by turlough
Lucifuge5: Maps, Charms and Other Things That Go Bump in the Dark
REC: Ray's first day at Belleville High. A totally adorable little piece of INOK/Harry Potter fusion fluff. (2013-11-03)
QUOTE: "Yo, dude! You with the 'fro!"
Ray readies himself for whoever's calling him. He turns around, mindful of keeping his face blank. "Hey," he says like he has all the time in the world. There's a short guy waving at him.
"'sup? You're in my class. C'mon," the short guy replies.
Even though it makes him feel like he's a dolt, Ray doesn't move. "Um..."
"Psy-Astronomy, right?" the guy quirks an eyebrow. He's barely over 5' tall. His dark brown hair, styled like he's trying to grow out a mohawk, curls at the ends. His school uniform looks a bit askew, his shirt only half-way tucked in and the tie knotted as if it was an afterthought. A pair of aviator-style sunglasses hang from his shirt's front pocket. The guy waits until Ray starts walking toward the classroom before he goes inside, sitting down by one of the windows.
Ray follows him quietly and takes the empty seat next to the guy. "How...?"
"Did I know?" The guy sticks his right hand out. "Hi, I'm Frank and I'm semi-clairvoyant. Also, I saw you pacing up and down this hallway. Looking like a lost, shaggy dog." He giggles.
"Huh, OK. I guess that's as good of an explanation as any." Ray frowns, confused but relieved that he found the right classroom. "I'm - I'm Ray." (2,290 words)
author:lucifuge5  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Harry.Potter  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fusion  fic:genre:fluff  universe:I'm.Not.Okay  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:magic  occupation:student.high.school  relationship:friendship  setting:high.school  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Ray  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-10  recced:2013-11  challenge:2013.Bandom_Meme.Exchange 
november 2013 by turlough
snarkydame: Interval
REC: The King and his Hunt continues to haunt the world. Gerard keeps looking for his brother and Ray. Frank waits in the rain. A marvelous glimpse of what's going on in the world after the end of her fantastic urban fantasy, 'Drums and Monsters'. It's wonderfully atmospheric and full of tantalising glimpses of places and things I want to hear more of. I can't wait until the real sequeal is finished! (2013-10-27)
QUOTE: They left tracks here, as they did in very few places - the massive, burning hooves of the Hunters' horses left prints lined in fire that guttered and darkened and cooled, and the paws of the hounds...
The hounds. They were wolves once. They had names. When they were here, he could almost remember his own.
He whined, and his companion nipped at his jaw. He ducked his head and leaned into the other's broad chest. Something deep within him, something that never entirely went away (not even when they were running through myth and dreams) said *pack*. Said *family*. It murmured so even under the all-consuming pull of the King's Hunt, and here, in this place that made them almost real, it was loud enough for him to notice the missing note in the chord.
He whined again, taking another step. Only the hound at his side (he never left his side) ever strayed so far from the Hunters. Where was the third? His *brother*. Where was his brother? Almost, almost, he could remember his name - could feel it forming, just at the edge of a thought.
The horns rang out, and he shook from the force of them. The sound was overwhelming - he could feel his edges fraying back into smoke, thought and memory already gone. The Hunt was moving. (1,860 words)
(also at http://theladysnarkydame.dreamwidth.org/27235.html )
author:snarkydame  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:urban.fantasy  beings:vampires  beings:werewolves  beings:faeries  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:family  concept:magic  concept:pack  concept:quest  concept:supernatural  things:memories  relationship:established  relationship:brothers  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  pov:Mikey  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-10  recced:2013-10 
october 2013 by turlough
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
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Encore
REC: Gerard and Grant after the talk at the Graphics Festival. Takes place in the same universe as their delightful little ficlet from Morrisoncon, ''Cause I'm on Top of the World'. Warm and happymaking, and really, really hot. (2013-10-13)
QUOTE: The last kid walks out of the Opera House, looking really fucking tired but beaming. Gerard feels pretty much the same. The signing table is littered with empty cups and cans and little gifts from the kids. The security people look as sleepy-eyed as everyone else. Kristan retreated to an out-of-the-way seat with her phone about an hour ago.
Gerard looks at Grant, who's looking back at him with a smile on his face. "I wish we could do things like this together more often," Grant murmurs.
"What, hang out and bullshit? Pretty sure we do," Gerard laughs.
Grant rolls his eyes. "You know what I mean, you little fucker." He grips Gerard's hand under the table.
"Do I?" Gerard's just pushing buttons now, but it's just so fun.
They help each other up from the table and Kristan looks up from her phone. Gerard goes over to give her a hand up too. She smiles broadly at him and gives him a hug. "The two of you were wonderful, as always."
"It was fun," Gerard says. "I can't believe you're still here, though."
"Barely," she laughs. "But you two would surely wander off a pier if I wasn't."
Gerard laughs. "You're probably right."
"No faith," Grant says, coming up to drape an arm around Kristan's shoulders and kissing her cheek. (3,010 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:slash  fic:category:het  fic:genre:crossover  fic:genre:fluff  fic:genre:PWP  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:polyamory  relationship:established  relationship:poly  smut:fucking  setting:convention  time:post-band  con:2013.Graphics.Festival  geography:Australia  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(secondary)  pairing:Grant.Morrison/Kristan.Morrison(secondary)  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-10  recced:2013-10 
october 2013 by turlough
akamine_chan: Licking Frogs and Other Bad Decisions (That Might Actually Be Good)
REC: It started with a box of frogs in the middle of the bus lounge one morning. The one where Gerard and Pete bond during Warped. A wonderful little story. It's both funny and very moving and I like the way both Gerard and Pete are written. (2013-09-29)
QUOTE: He turned and leaned back on the counter, watching as Pete staggered to his feet and stretched, arms reaching toward the ceiling. His shirt rode up, and Gerard tried not to stare at the flat plane of his belly, and the bat-heart-skull tattoo that sat right under his navel. He took another bite of his Pop Tart, brushing away the crumbs. "Are you and Mikey fucking?"
Pete choked and coughed, his face turning a rather alarming shade of red. "What?" he spat out, shaking his head like a dog shaking off water. "What the fuck -"
Gerard kept his cool. He had this. "Are you and Mikey fucking? I have a speech prepared, about the importance of love and honorable intentions, how Mikey's not one to give his heart away easily, and when he does, it *means* something."
Pete was frozen, like a rabbit who'd scented a wolf.
He lit a cigarette and took a drag. "I'm his older brother, and since Mom and Dad aren't here, it falls to me to ask what your plans are with regard to Mikey." He poured coffee into a mostly clean mug, added creamer and sugar, and took a sip.
"Oh my God," Pete moaned, sitting back down on the couch and covering his face with his hands. "I gotta be having a freaking nightmare."
"Nope." Gerard drained the coffee and refilled the mug. "So, tell me, Wentz, are you gonna break my little brother's heart? Have your decadent way with him and then grind him into the dirt? I'm a Jersey boy, and I know a little something about kneecapping people, especially those who hurt Mikey..." Gerard had to bite his lip to keep from laughing at the sheer terror that crossed Pete's face.
"Are you serious?" Pete looked like he was about to run screaming off the bus and out onto the venue grounds.
"Not at all," he said, hiding his grin behind his cup.
Pete scratched at his hair, which was sticking out at odd angles, making him look like an anime character. "Oh."
"You're surprisingly gullible for a guy from Chicago."
Pete groaned. "I've been awake for less than five minutes and you've got the advantage of *caffeine*..." (2,740 words)
(also at http://no-tags.dreamwidth.org/16422.html )
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  beings:animals.others  concept:sobriety  concept:polyamory  relationship:friendship  relationship:brothers  relationship:poly  setting:on.tour  tour:2005.Warped  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pairing:Gerard/Pete(primary)  pairing:Mikey/Pete(primary)  pov:Gerard  pov:Pete  challenge:2013.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-09  recced:2013-09 
october 2013 by turlough
alpheratz: Come Back To the Place You Are
REC: Ray didn't lose touch with Gerard on purpose. A sweet and achey and ultimately hopefull little story about new beginnings. (2013-09-29)
QUOTE: Gerard was busy. They all were. It was normal to - not *lose* touch, but misplace it, maybe. Shove it into the glove compartment of life under half a dozen expired insurance cards. You knew it was still there - you'd just have to rummage around when you needed it.
All of this made perfect sense to Ray, so when he emerges from his studio, ravenous, for his afternoon snack of coffee and Skittles, it does not make sense that Gerard is sitting on the floor holding the baby. The baby is holding what looks like Gerard's phone, half in his chubby little hands and half in his mouth.
Gerard grins at Ray, huge and sunny. "Hey, Toro. Nice baby you got there. Aren't you, baby Toro?"
Ray helplessly looks around for Christa. She walks out of the kitchen holding a can of Diet Coke. He raises his eyebrows at her as calmly as he can.
"Gerard dropped by," Christa says, like that explains anything, and drops the Coke into Gerard's lap.
Gerard catches it before it can do any damage to sensitive parts and directs his toothy grin at Christa. "Thanks."
Christa ruffles Gerard's hair and leans down to kiss the baby's head. "Have fun, you two. Pringles, be good. I'm off."
When Christa leaves, Ray sighs and puts his hands on his hips. "What are you doing here?"
Gerard raises an eyebrow and Ray flushes. "I mean, I haven't heard from you in ages." (1,440 words)
(also at http://no-tags.dreamwidth.org/17311.html )
author:alpheratz  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:category:het  fic:genre:character.study  beings:kids  relationship:friendship  relationship:established  relationship:breakup  relationship:poly  time:post-band  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Ray/Christa(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Ray(primary)  pov:Ray  challenge:2013.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-09  recced:2013-09 
october 2013 by turlough
pikasafire: Coping Strategies
REC: Gerard does his best to help Spencer cope. A really sweet little story. Awkward and tentative and very hopeful. (2013-09-29)
QUOTE: Gerard grabs his phone, taps out a quick reply. 'Sure its ok. How r u doing?' He debates for a moment before adding a smiley and pressing send. He turns back to his drawing, adding a layer of spikes, doesn't look up when Mikey puts a fresh cup of coffee in front of him. "I would have said it was okay for Spencer to call me, even without the coffee." He feels compelled to point out. "I'm not that much of a dick."
"I know." Mikey says. "What the hell are you drawing? Is that supposed to be Spyke from Evolution? Because that's not what his hair looks like."
As they bicker quietly over coffee. Gerard can't help but wonder what it would've been like if he hadn't gotten clean. Gerard's notoriously bad with his phone and he feels a little guilty when he checks it after Mikey leaves and there's a message from Spencer, sent three hours ago 'thanks' it says, 'not doing so great'.

'It gets better' Gerard types. He cringes as it sends 'that's not supposed to sound as lame as it does' He feels awkward like this, like he's doing it wrong. It's strangely easier to be an icon of hope for thousands rather than just one. 'I don't know how useful I'll be but I'll try'.
Gerard's half expecting something else, but his phone remains silent. (2,010 words)
author:pikasafire  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  concept:addiction  concept:sobriety  things:memories  relationship:friendship  time:post-band  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Panic.at.the.Disco  pov:Gerard  challenge:2013.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-09  recced:2013-09 
october 2013 by turlough
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
ermengarde: The Worst Fucking Rockstars in the World
REC: Gerard and Ray are finally going to have sex. A cute and fun little piece of fluff. (2013-09-29)
QUOTE: Ray kisses the end of Gerard's nose, which Gerard *thinks* should make him feel like a puppy, but mostly it makes him feel like everything is okay. "I just... We don't need to check out until *noon* and there's a door that locks and real beds and I, um," Ray's cheeks are going pink, it's an awesome color on him and Gerard's fingers itch for paints or chalks or something to try and capture how *pretty* Ray looks right now. Ray takes a deep breath. "I wondered if you maybe, like, kinda wanted to move things up a level. With us. But." Ray is looking anywhere but at Gerard, it's weird. “Only if you want to."
"Up a level?" Gerard thinks (*hopes*, if that's the right word for the jumpiness he's feeling right under his diaphragm) Ray might mean, like, third base maybe, but it's possible that he's talking about his Paladin. Gerard wants to be sure.
Ray shifts a little and Gerard has to wrap his arm around Ray's shoulders so he's not bumped off of Ray's chest. Gerard likes leaning up against Ray's chest. Ray buries his face in Gerard's neck and nods, and licks that patch, just behind Gerard's ear that is magic and a shudder works its way down through Gerard's whole body, from where Ray's tongue is, right down to his toes.
Probably not talking about his Paladin, then. (2,010 words)
(also at http://no-tags.dreamwidth.org/19445.html )
author:ermengarde  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff  activity:cuddling  concept:sobriety  relationship:established  smut:blowjob  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Ray(primary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2013.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-09  recced:2013-09 
october 2013 by turlough
akamine_chan: Anchors and Stars
REC: Gerard knows nothing but the ocean. His life is turned upsidedown when Frank falls overboard in front of him. I love the gentle, lyrical tone of the writing and the fascinating glimpses we get of the underwater world. The ending is both suprising and so right. Such a lovely story. (2013-09-15)
QUOTE: Mikey knows there's something wrong; they're brothers, after all, tied by blood and birth. Elena is suspicious, as well, but Gerard manages to avoid both of them. He spends a lot of time exploring an old shipwreck, playing tag with the eels hiding among the wooden planks, studying the artifacts he finds in the cargo holds. The objects take on new significance, new meanings, when viewed through Frank's memories.
Gerard wonders how he can miss someone so much that it *hurts*, a physical ache in his chest.
He spends some time dreaming with a passing pod of whales. They sing him songs the past and tell him of the future, and for a while, it helps remind him of how wide the world is. The whale-folk are wise and knowing, and croon to him about soul-ties and two-as-one.
Gerard doesn't feel so fortunate in having this... bond with a walker. They're from different cultures, different worlds, with nothing in common.
'You will be together,' the whales sing.
Gerard wishes he could believe it.
He *feels* Frank, a warm presence in the back of his head. It's impossible to tell if the longing that curls through his blood is his, or Frank's, and Gerard tries to ignore it for as long as he can. (4,200 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  activity:rescue  activity:transformation.animate  beings:teenagers  beings:mer.people  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:mindmeld/soulbond  concept:magic  relationship:UST  setting:beach/lake/ocean  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  challenge:2013.Pod_Together  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-09  recced:2013-09  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
september 2013 by turlough
akamine_chan: Wanna Hear You Sing the Praise
REC: The forest has been calling to Frank his whole life. A nice little werewolf AU. I particularly liked the description of the forest. (2013-09-15)
QUOTE: It's moon-bright, but the lantern softly illuminates the well-worn path under Frank's feet. The woods are noisy, filled with the buzzing of crickets, the hushed beat of feathered wings, and other, less innocent sounds. The wind blows, ruffling Frank's hair, playing with the hem of his cloak. He can taste the first hint of winter in the air, snow and ice. It sends a shiver down his back, and he pulls the hood of his cloak over his head.
There is a sense of menace surrounding the old oaks, elms and maples in the forest, and Frank's lantern casts strange shadows, turning branches into outstretched arms, knots and whorls into eyes and gaping maws, roots into feet. Dead leaves rattle in the breeze, swirling along the ground, startling Frank.
He chokes on a laugh, a frisson of fear tingling along his nerves. This isn't what he expected when he entered the forest. After being drawn to the woods for so long, Frank thought he would feel... welcomed. Instead, all he senses is a distinct lack of interest in his presence here.
This was a mistake. That stark realization turns his blood cold. (1,640 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  activity:transformation.animate  beings:werewolves  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:supernatural  setting:forest/jungle  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(secondary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2013.Pod_Together  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-09  recced:2013-09 
september 2013 by turlough
akamine_chan: Signals and Static (Transmissions from the Neon)
REC: Life in the Zones can be pretty interesting. A great sequel to her fun 'Neon Kisses in the Dark'. It's a perfect mix of seriousness and fluff and I love Party and Ghoul's little dance. Party is such a wonderful, larger-than-life character and Ghoul is his perfect foil with his grumpy, down-to-earthness. I also loved Dr D's interludes. They're perfect! (2013-09-08)
QUOTE: Slung over his shoulder is a familiar pair of boots, tied together by the laces. Ghoul can see the corrupted BLI smiley he painted on the toes. Poison drops them on the floor in front of Ghoul. "Brought you a present."
"You can't give me something that's already mine," Ghoul says, annoyed.
"Just did."
"Whatever." Ghoul wriggles, making the chair rock. "Cut me loose."
Poison steps nearer and rubs his thumb gently across the arch of Ghoul's cheek, tracing what will probably become a spectacular bruise. "There are easier ways to get my attention than tangling with Johnny J and his crew of tweakers."
Ghoul has to work hard to avoid leaning into Poison's touch; and then the words sink in. "What the fuck? I didn't - I never - fuck you, just fuck you, asshole. Get me out of here." Ghoul pulls on the ropes.
"Sure, baby. Don't drain your zapper, I got you." Poison keeps a hand on Ghoul's shoulder as he circles around. He bends to work on the rope, and his mouth hovers near Ghoul's ear. "No need to play hard to get," he murmurs, and Ghoul shivers as the words stroke along his nerves.
"Fuck you," he says weakly.
"Such a filthy mouth," Poison purrs.
The tension in the ropes slip and Ghoul stumbles to his feet, trying to shake out the numbness in his hands. "Asshole," he mumbles, glaring. The look is totally lost on Poison; he's poking around the room, pocketing things that catch his fancy. (2,700 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:action/adventure  activity:rescue  beings:draculoids  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  condition:injury  occupation:rebel  relationship:UST  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Fun.Ghoul/Party.Poison(primary)  pov:Fun.Ghoul  challenge:2013.Pod_Together  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-08  recced:2013-09  universe:Danger.Days 
september 2013 by turlough
dear_monday: A Room Full Of Mirrors
REC: Gerard is a lousy mechanic and Frank is his mirror. A sweet and happymaking coda to her charming vampire AU, 'Veins Are Red, Veins Are Blue'. (2013-08-25)
QUOTE: "You're not so bad yourself, you know," Frank says, going still, one corner of his mouth pulling up. His eyes are huge and dark and guileless, and if Gerard still had breath, it would have hitched.
"Yeah?" he says. "I don't really remember."
"You don't? Seriously?"
Gerard shakes his head, running his fingers idly through Frank's untidy hair. "Not really. It's not so bad, it's not like I *miss* looking in the mirror."
"You should," Frank says, seriously. "You're a knockout."
Gerard doesn't really know what to do with that. He wants to say something devastatingly witty, but someone seems to have robbed him blind of all the words he knows. "I. Really?" he says instead, mentally kicking himself. He thought he'd be used to Frank's disarming honesty by now, but it still blindsides him sometimes and leaves him breathless. Well. Figuratively speaking, at least. (1,200 words)
author:dear_monday  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff  beings:vampires  relationship:established  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-08  recced:2013-08 
august 2013 by turlough
snarkydame: To Fall in Snow, Still Burning
REC: Ryou has a fever. But the Samurai Troopers don't *get* sick. This is a lovely story that really captures the atmosphere of the YST universe. The snow and the cold and the little park could be taken right from the show. The writer also has a real knack of writing settings in such a way it almost feels like you're there yourself. And the way Touma and Ryou interact feels very right for the characters. I also loved the little Byakuen cameo - it's just so *him*.
QUOTE: "What have you done with them?" Ryou yelled, voice breaking. Touma stared - he could see Ryou's armor, a pale flickering vision born out of Ryou's fear and fury.
"Ryou, please," he said, keeping his voice even and soft with great effort. "It's okay. It's me. We're all okay." He put his hands up slowly, and kept his back to the wall.
Ryou blinked at him. The possibility of his armor started to fade. "But Arago..." he started, plaintive and sad.
"No, Ryou. Arago's really gone this time." And you almost went with him, he thought, feeling the memory clench around his heart.
Ryou leaned closer, peering at his face. "Touma." It wasn't a question this time. And then, as matter of factly as he'd announce that the snow was falling, he said, "There are dynasty soldiers here. We have to leave." He tried to walk past Touma then, back to the living room, but his knees buckled.
Touma caught him automatically, but he was already pulling forward, stronger than he should be. "We have to *go*," he insisted. (3,120 words)
author:snarkydame  fandom:Yoroiden.Samurai.Troopers  fic:category:gen  fic:source:anime  beings:teenagers  beings:ghosts  beings:animals.others  concept:magic  condition:illness  things:snow  relationship:friendship  geography:Asia:Japan  time:future  pov:Hashiba.Touma  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2011-12  recced:2013-07  challenge:2011.Yuletide  trooper:Hashiba.Touma  trooper:Sanada.Ryo 
august 2013 by turlough
The Amazing Maurice: Apples
REC: It seemed to Shadowfax that the only constants in his life were swords and apples, and tall, robed people holding sticks. Discworld/LotR is probably among the most unlikely crossovers ever but in this story it works perfectly. It's got Shadowfax and Death and it's absolutely delightful and very sweet and silly. (2013-07-04)
QUOTE: Shadowfax raised his head from the lush, green grass of Valinor, vaguely aware that something important had just happened, though he couldn't remember what. All he knew was that he felt stronger than he had in years; he certainly felt capable of squaring up to the thing that fell from the star-strewn sky. It crashed into the turf in a shower of soil and little white things only a few yards away.
He trotted over to investigate. As he did so he became aware of strange things happening very slowly out of the corner of his vision, but he decided they weren't as interesting, so he ignored them.
Dozens of bleached bones, some big, some small, were scattered within a small, gently smoking crater. Shadowfax sniffed cautiously, whinnied in surprise and flicked his ears back - it was a horse skeleton, and what's more, it was moving. Shadowfax reared, and kicked the jittering skull, which bounced away across the field.
At once the bones stopped moving, and the blue glow around them faded.
author:theamazingmaurice  fandom:Discworld  fandom:Tolkien  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:fluff  beings:animals.horses  beings:anthropomorphic.personification  beings:Death  geography:myth:Valinor  pov:Shadowfax  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2004  recced:2013-07  fic:genre:crossover  fic:source:book 
august 2013 by turlough
annemari: Get The Balance Right
REC: Gerard wants to do something with Mikey's hair. A sweet and happymaking little story with wonderful Way brothers interaction. (2013-06-02)
QUOTE: "So what do you think?" Gerard asks after they finish their curry and start cleaning up.
Mikey pauses. "About the conversation you were having in your head?"
Gerard shakes his head. "About your hair. We should do something with it."
Mikey sets up the dishwasher and leans against the counter. "You were serious?"
"Of course I was," Gerard says. "You know I'm always serious about hair."
Mikey raises his eyebrows.
"Well, I'm always serious about *you*," Gerard says, getting a small smile from Mikey in response. He grins and says, "Come on, it'll be fun. I'll make you look good."
"I already look good," Mikey deadpans. He shrugs and crosses his arms. "I don't know, I don't think I have the time."
"No, come on, we'll do it right now," Gerard says. "You're not in a hurry, it's not even that late."
Mikey sighs, but he's not arguing. Gerard's pretty sure he's won, but he leans in and throws his arm over Mikey's shoulder, squeezing gently. Mikey's too tense, and Gerard wants to fix that.
"It won't be anything too drastic," he says. "If you don't want to, I mean. I totally have some old red hair dye somewhere if you do."
Mikey shrugs again and Gerard lifts his arm off his shoulders and reaches up to gently tug at Mikey's hair instead. It's a sad limp mess, in Gerard's opinion. The blond has grown out a while ago, but the ends are still rough and damaged from the dye. He tugs at piece of hair caught under the arms of Mikey's glasses. It's strange how familiar it is when things are so different.
"Let's at least wash it," he says. Mikey gives him a sideways look. He still has his arms wrapped around himself, but he's relaxed a bit. (2,350 words)
author:annemaris  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:fluff  activity:hair.cutting/dyeing  relationship:brothers  time:post-band  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-05  recced:2013-06 
june 2013 by turlough
akamine_chan: Don't You Breathe
REC: Korse doesn't usually go out into the field himself, but sometimes there's no way to avoid it. A short prequel to her fantastic Killjoys epos 'War'. It was written for my birthday but I'm reccing it anyway because it's a lovely little story. Scorchingly hot but with an undertone of sadness that hints at what's to come in the future. It was also really interesting to get a glimpse of this world from Korse's POV. (2013-05-19)
QUOTE: Korse holsters his gun and heads back outside, stopping in shock at the sight of a 'runner leaning against the wall of the building across from the Fuck You house, shaded from the fierce sun by the overhang. He wasn't there before Korse went inside the building, which means his Dracs have completely failed to notice the 'runner showing up. Incompetents. He's going to have to talk to Research and Development about this, because this batch of Dracs seems to be suboptimal on so many levels.
The 'runner's resting one foot flat against the wall, hip cocked, smoking a cigarette. A hustler in torn jeans and a tight shirt, neon red hair and a brash grin.
Korse has no doubt that the 'runner knows exactly what kind of picture he presents.
"Hey, sugar, can I show you a good time?"
The Dracs turn, suddenly aware, now, of the 'runner. Korse gestures for them to stand down, and the Dracs do, shrugging at each other. "I'll handle this."
Korse strides up to the hustler and rests his hands to either side of the bright hair, trapping the 'runner between his body and the wall. "How much?" It's been a long time since he's indulged, and this young thing makes him *hungry*. (1,840 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:PWP  beings:draculoids  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  occupation:exterminator  occupation:rebel  relationship:established  smut:roleplay  smut:rough.sex  smut:spanking  smut:bruises  smut:fucking  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Korse(primary)  pov:Korse  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-05  recced:2013-05 
may 2013 by turlough
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Who's Dreaming Who?
REC: Grant timetravels to 2005 and meets a hot punk in London. The happymaking sequel to 'Had You Forgotten, Do You Remember?'. I love the both lighthearted and serious way fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone are playing with time and causality in this universe. And Grant and Frank are so sweet and hot together. Also, Grant thinking of Frank and Gerard as 'his boys' will never stop being awesome. (2013-05-05)
QUOTE: "Nah," Frank says. "But I do know you. Of you." He blows a stream of smoke out of the corner of his mouth away from Grant, sticks the cigarette between his lips and shakes. The light catches on the nose and lip rings Frank had at the time and Grant nearly moans at the sight. They were a good look for him.
"Delighted to hear it," Grant says. "What are you doing loitering in an alley looking like a rent boy?"
Frank tips his head against the brick and laughs. "I'm in a band. We just played a show in there. Wanted some fresh air and a smoke."
"Would I know the band?" Grant asks.
"Probably not," Frank replies. "My Chemical Romance."
"That is an excellent name," Grant says.
Frank grins. "That's what Gerard always says. Fuck, he would cream his jeans if he knew you were out here. So I'm not gonna tell him," he finishes in a truculent tone.
Grant raises an eyebrow. "And Gerard is?"
"Lead singer of the band," Frank replies.
"What else is he?"
"An asshole," Frank says.
"Are we talking John and Paul or Meg and Jack?" Grant asks.
"Man, if I knew, maybe this would be fucking easier," Frank replies and takes a long drag off his cigarette. Grant watches him for a minute, wishing he smoked himself so he could bum one and prolong this. He could have sworn his boys were already together at this point, but maybe he's wrong. (4,520 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fandom:Doctor.Who  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:crossover  activity:time.travel  beings:Grant.Morrison  relationship:established  relationship:poly  things:Tardis  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  smut:public.sex  setting:bar/club  geography:UK:London  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pairing:Frank/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pairing:Frank/Gerard(secondary)  pov:Grant.Morrison  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-12  recced:2013-05 
may 2013 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
akamine_chan: I Need a Little Light
REC: Twelve years, and sometimes they just don't know how to talk to each other. Frank and Gerard after the band broke up. Lovely little story. Bittersweet but so warm and full of love and caring. (2013-04-28)
QUOTE: There's nothing more to say.
They've discussed and argued, fought and pleaded, shouted, yelled. Slammed doors, ignored phone calls, deleted texts unread. Both of them stubborn and hurting.
It's never been easy for them, even after all this time. Twelve years, and sometimes they just don't know how to talk to each other.
They meet at a hotel, technically neutral ground; neither sure how this is going to go.
"Frankie." Gerard's already there, and he's sitting in the middle of the bed, cross-legged and comfortable, wearing sweats and a tee shirt. His face gives nothing away.
"Gerard," Frank says cautiously. He sets his backpack on the other bed, toes off his chucks and crosses his arms over his chest. He shifts his weight from foot to foot, and then Gerard climbs off the bed and pulls Frank into his arms for a hug.
Gerard's got his arms wrapped tight around Frank's shoulders, face pressed against Frank's hair, and it's almost too much, stealing away most of Frank's ability to breathe. (1,040 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  relationship:established  smut:frottage  smut:handjob  time:the.breakup  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-04  recced:2013-04 
may 2013 by turlough
alpheratz: Out Here In the Desert
REC: Gerard takes Mikey into the desert. A lovely and bittersweet post-breakup story. I love the way alpheratz captures how complex their relationship is and how much love there still is between them despite everything. (2013-04-28)
QUOTE: "If I was going to pick someone who'd take me to the desert and abandon me there... well, I'd have to think about it, but I'd've put on the tail end of the list," Mikey suddenly said.
Gerard threw a look in Mikey's direction and hit the brakes. Mikey was wearing wraparound shades today, new and shiny in contrast to the familiar hair and clothes Gerard had seen on him for a couple of years.
"Abandonment isn't on the setlist," he said, killing the engine.
Mikey climbed out of the car, his limbs unfolding awkwardly. Gerard watched him take off his hoodie and ball it up in his hands, throw it onto the seat, and got out of the car too.
It was quiet and hot and very dry.
"You took me to the desert," Mikey said slowly, taking in the view. The air before them shivered in the heat.
Gerard nodded, and then his stomach turned over when he heard the little gasp and stifled noise that he still, still remembered from years ago. "No, Mikey. Mikey, don't cry."
Mikey was covering his face with his hands and Gerard let him hide even as he hugged him tightly. "That's why I took you here, don't you see?"
Mikey shook his head, his bony knuckles digging painfully into Gerard's skull.
"It's still here," Gerard said, moving his head away a little so Mikey would hear every word. "It's still here. It never went anywhere, we still have it." (1,360 words)
author:alpheratz  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  relationship:brothers  things:Trans.Am  setting:desert  time:the.breakup  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-04  recced:2013-04 
april 2013 by turlough
autoschediastic: Sucker Bet
REC: The one where Frank thinks he has the bus to himself, Gerard nicks his balls shaving, and they end up having awesomely dirty and hot sex in the bus bathroom. I never grow tired of reading of silly, dirty boys having scorchingly hot sex. And I love the banter and the dynamic between them here. (2013-04-21)
QUOTE: "Why the fuck were you shaving your fucking *balls*?" Gerard opens his mouth to answer. "No, no," Frank says, as soon as he does. "Don't. No, I don't want to know. Just." Gerard's balls with a chunk sliced out of them really isn't the kind of shit he wants to see, either.
He lets out a slow breath. "Move your hands."
Gingerly, Gerard inches his hands away. When he spots a smear of red on his palm, he lets out a ragged croak.
"That's fucking nothing." Frank makes a hurry up motion with one hand. "C'mon, get your dick out of the way."
Gerard's got his head tipped back, breathing in and out really, really slowly. He spreads his knees a little.
"This is fucking bizarre, man," Frank says, squinting at the shadowy space between Gerard's thighs. "No blood pool, you're good."
Gerard levels a skeptical glance his way. "You didn't even look."
"Oh, I looked," Frank says. "Trust me, I looked. Your balls are still attached."
"You," says Gerard, slow and suspicious, "are afraid to touch my dick."
Since Frank's currently staring straight at it, that seems a bit of a leap. "Maybe if you ever fucking washed, man. But as is, you're lucky I'm this close."
"Hey, I wash!" Gerard jabs a finger at the sink. "Right there!"
Frank lifts an eyebrow.
"It's clean and it smells fucking great, fucker."
"I bet."
"Just, fucking." Gerard drags both hands through his hair and drops his chin to his chest. "Just make sure, okay?"
"Y'know," Frank says, considering, "if this is an elaborate scheme to get it on, injuring your junk is counter-productive." (2,740 words)
author:autoschediastic  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:PWP  activity:shaving  condition:injury  relationship:friendship  smut:handjob  smut:blowjob  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-04  recced:2013-04 
april 2013 by turlough
turps: How We All See the Faker
REC: Gerard's new feelings for Mikey has changed things. Such a lovely and sad story. Terri writes the best Way bros. (2013-04-14)
QUOTE: "Sweet t-shirt." Gerard lies back on his bed, stretched out and trying for relaxed, hiding the tension that takes hold as Mikey appears in the doorway and then steps into the room. "You look like..."
"A hustler, I know." Mikey grins, wide and bright as he fusses with his hair, causing his t-shirt to ride up even further. "One with a fucking great t-shirt."
"The greatest," Gerard agrees, watching Mikey carefully walk past the piles of clothes that litter the floor - too carefully, the walk of someone who has already used cheap vodka to take off the edge. "Do you know where you're going?"
Mikey shrugs and stops in front of the dresser, leaning in so he can see himself in the grime-smeared mirror. "Somewhere. I'll see when I get there."
Which means he'll see who he'll end up with. Which group he'll gravitate toward, and who will welcome him and ignore that he's so obviously under-aged. Gerard keeps watching, chest tight with words he won't say - the ones he should say if he were a good brother.
Mikey tugs at his pants, revealing more of his hipbones, satisfaction obvious as he takes a step to the side. "You should come."
"Next time," Gerard says, and he's not lying. Not really. Sometimes there is a next time, when Gerard can push back his feelings to where they should be.
A big brother only. Protective, sure. But jealous? Never. (1,470 words)
author:turps  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:angst  beings:teenagers  relationship:brothers  relationship:UST  relationship:Waycest  time:pre-band  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2013.Trope.Bingo  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-04  recced:2013-04 
april 2013 by turlough
akamine_chan: Once You Walked This Kind of Life
REC: Bands break up but soulbonds are forever. A lovely post-split story. The imagery is so beautiful and the way Gerard's visualises the doors is so fitting to each band member. Wonderful writing and a thoughtful mood that's both sad and hopeful. (2013-04-14)
QUOTE: Frank is anxious; Gerard can taste it before he even gets to his graffiti-splattered door. He's got his fingers in so many pies, trying to keep busy, but the dark tangle of depression is lurking at the edges of Frank's life. Gerard is intimately familiar with that darkness, and he knows how hard it is to fight, how much energy it takes.
Ending the band was difficult for all of them, but Frank took it hardest, and even now, he struggles with moving on.
Frank's colorful door opens with a touch and though Frank is in another time zone, and fast asleep, he awakens instantly when Gerard brushes against their bond. Gerard sifts through the flood of information he receives: Frank's worry about the upcoming Death Spells and LeATHERMOUTH shows, the stress he's feeling about helping out his baby bands, frustration with some of the music he's writing for himself. The constant uncertainties of being a parent, of being a husband, and a son. Sadness and grief and self-doubt.
Gerard closes his eyes and opens himself to Frank, sends love and reassurance along the the connection between them. "Everything's going to be fine," he says, and across the miles Frank rolls over in his bed, cuddling close to Jamia for warmth.
*miss you* (1,260 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  concept:mindmeld/soulbond  relationship:friendship  time:the.breakup  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-04  recced:2013-04 
april 2013 by turlough
synonomy: The Dark In Me
REC: Most things got better after he got clean, but not this. The one where Gerard and Frank starts a D/s relationship. I'm quite picky when it comes to BDSM fic but I really like this one. Not only is it scorchingly hot, the characterisations of both Gerard and Frank are wonderful and the development of their relationship is both fascinating and thought-provoking. (2013-03-24) Most Interesting D/s Relationship Dynamics of 2013: Gerard has few problems telling Frank what he needs. It's when Frank wants to know why Gerard needs it, and why he chose Frank to be the one to give it to him, that things get complicated. The workings of Gerard's mind is both fascinating and perplexing and the dynamics of their budding relationship interesting and thought-provoking. And the sex scenes are scorchingly hot! (2014-02-10)
QUOTE: "Pull my hair," he tells Frank, clearly. "Fuck my face. Make me choke on it."
Frank doesn't do it at first, and Gerard thinks it's because he doesn't believe him. So he does it himself, instead, going down on Frank so far he gags, again and again. Frank's cock isn't huge, but it's big enough to make him heave, spit and precome clogging thickly on his tongue. Frank leans against the wall and lets him do it, breathing heavily but otherwise not participating - though he doesn't say anything. He doesn't try to get Gerard to stop choking himself, and it's been so long since Gerard's had *anything*, that it's enough.
He shuffles closer, whining a little in his throat. He's got both hands on Frank's bare hips, taking him to the base over and over; his voice is going to be so wrecked, and he doesn't care at all. Eventually he has to pull off fully, hacking for air. Frank's cock is satisfyingly flushed, pressed tight to the paler, inked flesh of his belly, dripping with Gerard's spit.
Gerard looks up at him and smirks a little, panting. He can feel how far he's under, skin thrumming, pulse hard in his own dick. It's so thick, so consuming, that his vision is almost blurred.
Frank looks back down at him, maybe in awe, maybe disgust. It's hard to tell. "Christ. You really *do* like this, huh?" He suddenly grabs Gerard by the hair, and Gerard moans, instantly giving himself over to it, letting his mouth drop open so Frank can guide his cock back in. "Y'know, this is really fucking sick, Gee."
Gerard groans, muffled and needy, and drops a hand to palm at himself through his jeans. Most things got better after he got clean, but not this. If anything, it got worse. (3,380 words)
author:synonomy  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:PWP  concept:sobriety  relationship:friendship  relationship:d/s  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  smut:fucking  smut:bondage  smut:bunk.sex  smut:public.sex  smut:pain.kink  smut:hairpulling  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-03  recced:2013-03  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
march 2013 by turlough
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