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fleurdeliser, ohnoktcsk, tuesdaysgone: Your Heart Turns Out the Lights
REC: The one where Gerard the writer visits Invisible Manor and meet Frank the musician and Grant the mad inventor. Another wonderful story from these writers. So full of companionship and love. I never grow tired of seeing what new and fascinating dance they have thought up for the three characters. The worldbuilding this time is absolutely delightful. I love the manor and its strange inhabitants and steampunk-flavoured technology. And as usual the sex is warm and comforting and scorchingly hot. (2015-01-18)
QUOTE: He has a very mischievous smile. It's... fucking captivating, Jesus. Gerard wasn't expecting that. "Lead on," he says.
As soon as they walk through the main door, Gerard knows that everything the twins had told him about the house was true, and at the same time, that nothing he'd been told could come close to capturing how fucking amazing this place is. A stairway winds up from his left to the second level, tall stained-glass windows let in the diffuse afternoon light, and half the foyer is taken up by a clockwork monstrosity.
"What is it?" Gerard breathes.
"Mostly it's a sculpture," Grant replies. "But it's got a few functional bits too." Gerard's fingers are already itching for his pens. "Now, now, don't stand in the foyer all day." Grant grins. "This way."
He leads Gerard down a hall and through large, ornate double doors and into a massive library.
"Holy shit."
"Thank you," says Grant, obviously pleased at Gerard's reaction. "I've been working on my collection of books twice as long as I've been working on the house; there wasn't much else for a lad like me to do, in Glasgow." Gerard smiles at him, and Grant shrugs easily. "I found my way forward by going backward. Gaslight, steam and gears, paper and ink. I have a lovely music room, it's just this way." When Gerard doesn't follow immediately he laughs. "The library isn't going anywhere."
"I do like music too. I write songs sometimes," Gerard says as he follows.
"A man of many talents, then," Grant replies. He leads Gerard through a small sitting room and then through another doorway, which opens into the promised music room.
Gerard gapes. "Is that a pipe organ?"
"It is. My own design, of course," Grant replies. "It's - somewhat of a favorite." His smile is fond and a bit faraway.
"That's fucking amazing," Gerard says. "I have a feeling everything in this house could be described like that."
"You haven't even seen the upstairs yet," Grant says, smirking. "However," he adds seriously, "follow me and I'll show you the dining room and the kitchen. You'll have full access to the kitchen in between meals, of course, but Vince is an excellent cook. I can attest to that." He pats his stomach, which draws Gerard's eyes to his midsection, and his hand. He's really quite attractive.
Gerard forces his eyes back up to Grant's. "Sounds good," he says.
The kitchen is just as incredible as the rest of the house, in its own way. There are steam-powered appliances and an old fashioned wood-burning stove. "The coffee maker is over here," Grant says, gesturing to a machine that looks nothing like any coffee maker Gerard has ever seen before in his life.
"Oh sweet lord," Gerard blurts.
Grant laughs. "It's not as bad as it looks. Fresh ground beans are always the best, are they not?"
"That's true," Gerard allows.
"And it's all automated, so all you have to do is flip this lever -" Grant points at a tarnished copper switch "- and it will grind the beans, which will drop into the filter, and then hot water will be pumped in from the boiler. Actually, one of my simpler designs." Grant must notice Gerard's look of longing, because he says, "Perhaps a demonstration is in order?" (54,760 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:ohnoktcsk  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:steampunk  activity:cooking  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:art  concept:music  concept:magic  concept:polyamory  occupation:writer  occupation:musician  occupation:inventor  things:comics  setting:mansion/palace  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  smut:handjob  smut:threesome  geography:UK:Scotland  challenge:2015.Poly.BB  +length:long.50k-100k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-01  recced:2015-01 
january 2015 by turlough
fleurdeliser & ohnoktcsk & tuesdaysgone: The Way of the Voice
REC: Gerard is one of the finest skalds in the kingdom, but when he finds himself the target of a very nasty curse his whole life is thrown into chaos. Desperate to break the curse Gerard seeks help from the kingdom's most powerful mage and his enchanting assistant. This is a delightful story. I love the warm, domestic atmosphere and the way Gerard fits into Frank and Grant's lives like there's a space there that's just been waiting for him to fill it. The way magic and music and ordinary, everyday life interwines all through the story makes it a joy to read. It will definitely go on my list of stories to read when I'm feeling down. (2014-09-07)
QUOTE: "He is excellent at his job," Grant said. "And yes, we'll need to employ other methods regardless. There is one more scrying spell I can try that may reveal something different, but I can already tell it won't be enough."
"Nyota's third?" Frank asked. Grant nodded. "I'll get the salt," Frank said, getting up.
Grant moved to the part of the room they used for casting circles and started gathering candles. He glanced back at Gerard, who remained seated. He wasn't still, though. His eyes were darting around him, taking in the room. He'd seen it the day before, but things had been moved around. His hands were moving, worrying the hem of his sleeve, folding in his lap, resting on his knees.
Grant could understand Gerard's unease with silence just now. Happily, he could do something about that. "Nyota's third incantation is a bit unusual, for a scrying spell," he told Gerard. "What makes it unusual, Frank?"
"'M not your apprentice anymore," Frank grumbled, but he added, "It uses different pathways."
"It's a spoken-word, or rather, sung, incantation. I believe in this case it might prove more effective," Grant explained. He knelt with a piece of chalk and drew the circle. Frank returned and started arranging the rest of the materials. Gerard's eyes darted between them both. He clearly found the process utterly fascinating.
"The circle directs the spell," Grant explained. "It gives the words somewhere to go."
Gerard gestured between them. "Who does the spell?" Frank asked.
"You should," Grant said to Frank. "You haven't had that many opportunities to do this one, as I recall."
Frank nodded. "Okay. Gerard, can you come over here? We both need to kneel in the middle of the circle. Grant will finish the preparations. Then I'll start the incantation." Gerard nodded and got on his knees in the circle. Frank knelt opposite him. "I'm going to need to put my hands on your shoulders," Frank said.
Gerard nodded, mouthing an 'okay'. Grant finished his preparations, setting the little bundles of ingredients at three points on the circle's circumference. Then he sat back and watched Frank.
Frank whispered to Gerard, "Close your eyes." Gerard closed his eyes and Frank started the incantation. His voice was scratchy and rough at first, but as he kept going, his tone evened out. Grant always forgot how well Frank could sing.
Gerard's eyes were still closed, but his expression had changed. He looked... sad. Immensely so. Frank's voice wavered minutely. He saw it too. Grant watched his hands move, cupping Gerard's skull, thumbs circling just under his ears.
Grant watched Gerard breathe in through his nose and saw his Adam's apple move as he swallowed. Frank kept singing. The circle flared with light, little sparks dancing up into the air as Frank sang the spell to its conclusion.
Neither he nor Gerard moved, so Grant did. "It worked," he murmured to Frank. "Look at the sigils." (62,440 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:ohnoktcsk  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  activity:cooking  activity:performing  beings:dwarves  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:magic  concept:music  concept:curse  occupation:musician  occupation:wizard/witch  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  relationship:poly  smut:threesome  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  smut:fucking  setting:other.world  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pov:Gerard  pov:Frank  pov:Grant.Morrison  challenge:2014.BBB  +length:long.50k-100k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-09  recced:2014-09  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
september 2014 by turlough
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Looking for Satellites
REC: Alien trader Gerard has business on space station Perseus Four. Getting to know station administrator Grant is a nice bonus. I haven't been in the mood to read longer stories in quite some time and though I have a very soft spot for space AUs it's been on my to-read list for quite some time. I finally got round to reading it this week and I'm glad I did. It's a very nice story. The space station culture is quite intriguing and so is Gerard's species. And I really liked the way the telepathy sex was written - very intimate and overwhelming. (2014-06-29)
QUOTE: He stepped into the embassy gardens and took a deep breath. The nice thing about living on a space station was that there were always fragrant flowers from around the galaxy blooming. He made his way to his favorite secluded bench and saw someone sitting there already.
It took a moment because the shaggy hair and clothing were different, but he recognized the Oraculan trader, Gerard Way.
"The headache wasn't on purpose, I promise," Gerard said without waiting for a formal greeting. Grant raised an eyebrow. Gerard looked befuddled. "I was actually shielding. You said that, and I noticed Ambassador Beneti wasn't there, so I stopped."
"And my headache went away," Grant finished.
"And I got one," Gerard said with a grimace.
"So you've come to assure me that you've paid the telepathic price?" Grant asked, studying him with interest.
"No. I was curious as to why, actually. Do you have this problem with Ambassador Beneti?"
"Not that I've noticed," Grant answered.
"Hmm," Gerard said.
"Well, I suppose that's probably not much of an indicator. If he's been using anything other than his own will and skill to block all the voices, he probably wouldn't have an effect on you anyway."
"What are you saying?" Grant asked slowly. "That I'm -"
"Well, telepathically sensitive, of course," Gerard replied. "I can tell; didn't you know?"
"I can't say that I did. My primary exposure to your people had been Beneti, the woman who I use as a tailor, and another who was... decidedly not shielded. I was mostly telling a joke at the expense of your conspicuously absent ambassador," Grant replied. "Your little experiment with shields, your headache... Suddenly dropping shields in a packed room would do that, wouldn't it?"
"You're trying to convince me I'm making it up," Gerard replied. It was not a question.
"Consider it skepticism and a request for more evidence," Grant said.
"If I had more evidence, I'd give it to you. It was just an idle observation." He said it perfectly calmly, but Grant wasn't sure.
"Unlike you, I have no way to know if you're lying to me."
"Maybe you do," Gerard replied obstinately. "Telepathic talent is so often written off as something else - charisma, instinct." He stopped talking and cocked his head to the side. "I do want to hear about that other Oraculan you've known."
Grant laughed. "That story is such a cliche, I rarely tell it. I was newly traveling the galaxy from Earth and met an Oraculan on my first space station stop."
Gerard's lips twitched. "And? Actually, let's do a test. I'll put up my shields and you can tell the story with a few key details missing, that no one could guess. And then with your permission, I'll touch your hand and fill in what you left out."
"Don't you think that's a bit unnecessary?" Grant didn't have the time to spend his precious free time doing parlor tricks with an Oraculan. Even a pretty one.
"I... probably," Gerard admitted. "I just find the fact that you had a headache when I was shielding and not the other way around fascinating." That confession went further toward convincing Grant that Gerard was telling the truth than anything else.
"It could be a stress headache," Grant pointed out.
"Let's just do this one experiment, please," Gerard replied. (25,850 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  activity:bartering  beings:Grant.Morrison  beings:aliens  beings:aristocrats  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:in.space!  concept:esp:telepathy  concept:sobriety  occupation:ambassador  occupation:trader  relationship:poly  smut:het.sex  smut:fucking  smut:blowjob  setting:spaceship/spacestation  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence  pairing:Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(secondary)  pov:Gerard  pov:Grant.Morrison  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-12  recced:2014-06 
july 2014 by turlough
fleurdeliser & ohnoktcsk & tuesdaysgone: Love on the Webways
REC: The one where MCR broke up after the Black Parade and Gerard is divorced and living in Portland and he meets Grant Morrison online without either of them knowing who the other is. This was a great story. Interesting premise and very entertainingly written. I particularly loved their correspondence, it's very them. I also liked the way their first face-to-face meeting was written, without any embarrassing antics. It's so nice with stories where the protagonists are actual grownups that think and act like it. And as usual in stories by these writers the sex is scorchingly hot. (2014-04-20) What if My Chemical Romance had broken up after Madison Square Garden instead of going on hiatus? In this story Gerard is divorced and living in Portland and has just started writing the 'Killjoys' comic when he meets Grant Morrison online without either of them knowing who the other is. This is such a great story. Entertaining and captivating with a very interesting premise. I particularly loved the epistolatory parts of it, it's so very *them*. I also liked the way their first face-to-face meeting and the identity reveal was written. Plain and straightforward, without any embarrassing antics. It's so nice with a story where the protagonists are actual grownups that think and act like it. And as usual with these writers the sex is scorchingly hot! (2014-04-25)
QUOTE: If you'd told Grant that he would ever be a person who looked forward to checking his email- well. All possible universes, and all that. But he still has to laugh at himself a little. He has plenty of friends, there's no denying that. But he tends to hermit himself away when he's at his country house and it's an extra little thrill after sitting at his computer all day, to have a nice conversation.
He thinks he's finally discovered what it is that people love about the internet. Fifteen years late. 'It's very sad how misguided you are', he types, grinning at his keyboard.
He doesn't get angry at people on The City of Whispers anymore. He has a *partner in crime*. As a team, they shut down the stupid assholes and it's *fun*. He suspects that this isn't the kind of trouble people had warned him against, back when he'd first discovered the message boards dedicated to his work.
There'd been Barbelith, back in the day, and Warren had always had the WEF. Warren managed to meet some truly amazing people through that. Grant had never had quite the same success.
Now, he pulls up the PM thread that he and Danny have going and types, 'Nicely done. By the way, you were right about that band you linked me. Brilliant stuff.'
'Music is my thing,' Danny replies. 'Well. When comics aren't my thing. Or like. Obscure eighties cartoons.'
Grant laughs aloud. 'And when art isn't your thing?' he sends back.
'One of my supervisors called me a Renaissance man the other day,' comes the quick reply. 'I feel like I need a costume for that, though.'
'Renaissance Man would be an interesting superhero, perhaps,' Grant returns. 'Just mind the tights, they pinch.'
'Believe me, I know,' is the reply. 'I was Peter Pan in a school play when I was a kid. I also dressed in drag in art school.'
Grant almost starts typing the story of his own foray into drag, but pauses; that's a story that he's told in interviews before, and Danny will probably be familiar with it. Not the best strategy for maintaining his anonymity.
'Ah, art school. I never went, myself. You are quite the well-rounded chap, Danny.'
'I try to be. Gotta admit, I fail when it comes to math any more advanced than basic algebra.'
'We all have our blind spots,' Grant agrees. 'I'm quite terrible with technology, myself.'
'You're on a computer, right?' Danny asks. 'Not doing some mystic ritual or something?'
Grant laughs. 'Would that I were. Perhaps I could more easily get other things done while chatting with you.'
'So multitasking is also a blind spot?'
'Like it isn't for you?'
'Don't make me give up all my weaknesses. That's a total supervillain thing to do, Fox.'
'Grant laughs and rubs a hand over his head. If he only knew. 'Supervillainy is overrated. And I enjoy vices in my friends. Makes them more interesting.'
'I've got my share of vices, but I'm still pretty boring,' writes Danny.
'I doubt that.' Grant realizes he'd be flirting if this was in person. That's... he doesn't know how to feel about that. People meet and flirt on the Internet all the time. He just never figured it would happen to him.
He laughs at the absurdity of the whole thing. At least Danny doesn't know who he's talking to. Anonymous flirting on the Internet is infinitely better than the alternative, he thinks. (33,010 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:ohnoktcsk  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:crossover  fic:genre:character.study  activity:mailing  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:band.with.a.twist  concept:art  things:comics  things:Gerard's.red.hair  occupation:writer  occupation:artist/designer  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  setting:convention  time:post-band  geography:US:Portland  geography:UK:Scotland  geography:US:San.Diego  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pov:Gerard  pov:Grant.Morrison  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-04  recced:2014-04  universe:Danger.Days 
april 2014 by turlough
fleurdeliser & ohnoktcsk & tuesdaysgone: London Calling
REC: The one where Gerard needs a change and moves to London and after years of hard work gets a book deal and meets his new editor, Grant Morrison. This is such a warm and happymaking story. I never grow tired of seeing Gerard and Grant flirt and talk and fall in love, particularly not when it's these writer who writes it. They manage to show not only their love, but also the deep friendship that blossoms between these two. How much they have in common and how much they respect and like each other. Wonderful! (2013-12-09)
QUOTE: "We can get some lunch and discuss your problem scene."
Fifteen is... not long. Gerard glances in the mirror. "Twenty?" he suggests.
Grant laughs. "Twenty, then." They say their goodbyes, and Gerard drops his phone and races for the shower.
He takes the fastest shower ever and is out the door with only a few seconds to spare. At least he remembers his tablet and his moleskine. It's a close call. He didn't remember a scarf, so he's bright read by the time he reaches the tube stop.
Grant is already waiting, and he smiles when he sees Gerard. Them he gets a closer look, and the smile becomes an outright grin.
"What? Do I have toothpaste on my face? Or something in my hair?" His hands go straight to his face and up to smooth his hair.
"Your shirt is inside out, and the less said about your hair the better," Grant tells him, elaborately severe. Then he winks. "Could be jealousy on my part. You're perfect. Let's go."
Gerard wants to protest, because of the two of them, Grant is the one who looks perfect, in his fine wool overcoat and designer suit. He swallows it down, though. "So, where are we going for lunch?"
"I've just remembered there's a little cafe just down the road that does spectacular seitan," Grant says. "Among other things."
"Sold," Gerard says. "What are you up to over here, anyway? Not that I mind."
"Just running some errands that I've been putting off," Grant shrugs. "There's a lot of work to do yet to get ready for the party in a few weeks."
"I'm really looking forward to it, by the way," Gerard says.
"Likewise." Grant ushers him into the cafe with a hand at his waist. "So," Grant says, once they're seated and the waiter has taken their orders. "This scene that's been giving you trouble."
Gerard moans and describes the scene and what he's trying to do with it and then passes over his tablet, open to the scene, and then his moleskine. "This is a different way I tried to write it while on the tube last week, but I don't know. Neither is what I want."
Grant sips his tea and reads both versions carefully. "What is most important to you about the scene?" he asks.
Gerard opens his mouth to reply, but stops and makes himself consider the question carefully. "Probably... probably the conversation between the sisters?"
"Focus on that, then," Grant says. "Write out that conversation exactly how you want it and then build the section around it."
"It's not -"
"Elaborate enough? Artistic enough? Doesn't matter. Or - if that doesn't work for you, make it matter."
Gerard is quiet for a second, thinking it over. "Maybe... huh." Grant laughs and pushes the moleskin back across the table.
"Feel free to keep sending me things as you work and I can give you feedback. I like both of these scenes, but I can see why you're unhappy with them. I think shifting focus will help you," Grant says.
"Probably," Gerard allows. "Do you - can I show you something else?"
"Absolutely," Grant agrees, and Gerard takes a deep breath and flips the moleskin forward a few pages. It's a new thing he hasn't been able to get out of his head. Gerard isn't even sure where it's going.
"More tube writing," he explains. "It's... just a thing. Another thing." He's not entirely sure why he's even showing the pages to Grant, except that Grant's a fucking *good* editor. Gerard kind of wants to see what he makes of it, if the idea makes sense to somebody else. (28,620 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:ohnoktcsk  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:crossover  fic:genre:character.study  activity:hair.cutting/dyeing  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:sobriety  occupation:writer  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:editor  things:Gerard's.platinum.hair  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:masturbation  smut:frottage  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  smut:fucking  setting:office  geography:UK:London  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pov:Gerard  pov:Grant.Morrison  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-12  recced:2013-12 
december 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
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Mingling Hands and Mingling Glances
REC: The one where Frank, the new teacher at the English faculty, develops feelings for Grant and Gerard, whose longstanding casual affair has started to become anything but. I loved the way Grant and Gerard's changing relationship was written and really liked the way bits and pieces from canon had been incorporated into the story. And the sex was both hot and heartwarming. A very happymaking story. (2013-09-15)
QUOTE: "Please tell me there's coffee."
"I promised you coffee, didn't I?" Grant says, going over to the pot he keeps on a bookcase in his office.
"Because you are the best. At this point, I'd probably take last week's dregs if I had to," Gerard replies. Grant turns back toward him with a steaming mug Gerard knows is just how he likes it. "Thank you," he breathes, catching Grant's wrist and squeezing with his free hand.
"Anything for you, pet."
Gerard's chest tightens a little bit just like it always does when Grant calls him that. He takes a sip of his coffee and breathes in deep through his nose. "Fuck, that's good. You really are good to me."
Grant doesn't make the expected joke this time around, just smiles and pours his own coffee. That's... hm. Gerard had gotten used to the way things were between them. He supposes maybe he'd been the one to initiate what happened Friday night. But he couldn't help himself.
Gerard never has a problem pulling - Grant thinks it's hilarious, because Gerard usually barely even has to exert himself - but this summer hadn't brought anyone exciting, and Grant had been *gone*, and Gerard had missed him a shocking amount. And he'd missed Grant's kisses and touches almost as much. It's not as if he got them that often to begin with. It's never, ever been a problem, though - this thing they do - and Gerard's not ready to let it become one now.
"So how was your time with Mikey?" Grant asks, voice totally natural.
"It was great," Gerard replies as normally as he can. "Went to a show Saturday night."
"Nice. And besides the eight am from hell? Anything exciting on your agenda?"
"Sitting here with you and grading, and cursing myself for assigning homework the first week?" Gerard asks hopefully.
"Not just lurking in the English department in case a certain of my coworkers comes by?" Grant inquires.
"That's just a happy side benefit," Gerard says and waves his hand dismissively. An awesome side benefit. But mostly, he just likes sitting here with Grant. His department head is a friend of Grant's, and he'll occasionally stop by and threaten to give Gerard's office away "since you seem to prefer this one," he teases. It's true, really. He is usually in one of the studios or in Grant's office when he doesn't have office hours.
Gerard does keep one eye on the open door, though, and not only in case of student invasion. He really wouldn't mind another eyeful of Professor Iero, who's a sinfully attractive little morsel. It's Grant who actually spots him, though. "Professor Iero, you look like you could use some coffee," he calls. (21,200 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:art  concept:literature  concept:polyamory  condition:illness  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:writer  occupation:teacher  relationship:friendship  relationship:friends.with.benefits  relationship:UST  relationship:poly  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  smut:fucking  smut:threesome  setting:college  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  pov:Grant.Morrison  challenge:2013.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-08  recced:2013-09 
september 2013 by turlough
fleurdeliser & ohnoktcsk & tuesdaysgone: Got Lost Into the Sea
REC: Frank and Gerard ran away to the islands, and now they co-own a diving business with their friend Shaun. Grant Morrison, writer of esoteric novels about magic frequently set in the Caribbean, is a regular with them. I don't know if I can really believe in Frank and Gerard in this setting but it's still a wonderfully warm and happymaking story. I love the way they write this threesome. (2013-09-01)
QUOTE: He spots Gerard's hair first. It's an orangey-red color that makes Grant smile. He's wearing a ratty Hawaiian shirt and miniscule cutoffs and leaning back against their jeep, and Frank is there beside him as he always is. Grant adjusts the strap of his bag on his shoulder. The rest of his luggage will be unloaded in a few minutes, but for now he catches Gerard's attention with a wave.
Gerard's face lights up, and he calls, "Grant!" Grant grins back. Fuck, he'd come here just to see the two of them, never mind anything else.
"Hi Grant," Frank says when Grant gets near. They both pull him into a hug and then Frank takes Grant's bag and puts it in the car. "Let's see how long it takes George to unload the plane this time."
"No bets. He always saves my gear for last."
"Because you bring more books than clothes," Gerard says, then bites his lip. "I mean -"
"Have you made the charters clothing-optional and not informed me?" Grant teases. Gerard is adorable. Always has been.
"Shaun keeps vetoing my proposals," Frank tells him, mock-serious. "I think it would drive up sales, but he just won't listen."
"More fool him," Grant says with a grin and leans against the jeep next to Gerard. "Fuck, I missed this place."
"It's not the same without you," Gerard tells him.
Grant laughs. "Quieter, perhaps? I can't imagine you get many clients leading you on the kind of mad treasure hunts you let me subject you to."
"Well, sometimes people want to see sunken ships and stuff. So we show them everything we visited with you," Frank says.
"I see. Is there a Morrison tour? Should I be getting some sort of royalties?"
"Oh, I got your royalties," Frank snarks, then focuses on the middle distance. "I see your luggage. Be right back."
Grant chuckles, and Gerard knocks their shoulders together as they watch Frank liberate Grant's bags. "We definitely get more people out here because of your books," Gerard tells him quietly.
"Really?" he asks.
Gerard nods. "Just a couple of weeks ago we had a group of spring break kids. One of them read the acknowledgements."
Grant can't help but be delighted. "You deserve it."
"I don't know. We sort of like not being busy."
Grant gapes at him. "That is a fucking lie, Gerard Way."
"Yeah, yeah." Gerard shrugs, grinning adorably. "But more time for... other things, you know?" His eyes flick back to Frank.
Grant laughs. "The two of you."
"The two of us what?" Frank asks when he walks up with Grant's luggage.
"I'm waiting to find out," Gerard says, twirling the jeep keys around a finger.
"Christ, fine. The two of you are fucking perfect for each other," Grant laughs. "But I think you're already very aware of that fact, aren't you?"
Frank grins. "We are. And we are very aware of how lucky we are." He leans in and kisses Gerard quickly and Grant just has to smile.
"You're not grilling me on my charts yet, I'm devastated," Grant continues. (27,670 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  author:ohnoktcsk  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:genre:AU  activity:diving  beings:ghosts  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:supernatural  occupation:small.business.owner  occupation:writer  things:short.shorts  relationship:established  relationship:UST  relationship:poly  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  smut:fucking  smut:threesome  setting:beach/lake/ocean  geography:Caribbean  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  pov:Grant.Morrison  challenge:2013.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-08  recced:2013-09 
september 2013 by turlough
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: In A Pretty How Town
REC: Frank is a single dad who moves to a new town with his son. Everyone there is really nice, particularly the mayor, Gerard Way. A very sweet and warm and happymaking story. The running twitter conversation works perfectly for the story and Gerard as the mayor is delightful. (2013-07-21)
QUOTE: Frank ends up closing up shop at noon and going out to help with the cleanup. There's an area around the still-flooded creek that needs more help than anywhere else in town, so Frank heads over there. He finds Gerard in hip waders looking serious-faced.
"Problem, Mayor?" Frank asks, and Gerard offers him a distracted smile.
"Hi, Frank. You doing okay?"
"Fine. Didn't even lose power. Here to help if you need it," Frank says.
Gerard makes a face. "Right now, I'm trying to figure out what to do with Mrs. Callahan's chickens. She had a heart episode and is in the hospital and her house is going to need repairs as it is. Her daughter can't take them because she lives in an apartment."
"Chickens? Really? You're the mayor. *Chickens*?" Frank can't keep the disbelief out of his voice.
"Just trying to take care of people," Gerard says, brow wrinkling like he doesn't get it.
Cannot. Be. For. Real. "Why don't you call the vet?" Frank suggests.
"I don't know why I didn't think of that," Gerard says with a grin. "You're a lifesaver. That could work. Their coop is kind of in shambles, so at the very least, they might be able to let us borrow some cages temporarily." He pulls his phone out of his pocket. "Wait," he says. "Can... could you make the call? Then I could go help with that." He points at some guys trying to untangle a rowboat from a fence.
"Sure," Frank agrees and Gerard pulls up the number; Frank takes the phone and hits the call button. He explains the situation and by some miracle of small-town generosity, one of the people in the vet's office, Frank isn't clear if it's an employee or a client, keeps chickens and is willing to come pick them up and care for them until Mrs. Callahan can take them back.
When he hangs up, Gerard is still struggling with the boat, so Frank pockets the phone and goes over to help too. "Thanks," Gerard says when the boat is finally free and Frank hands the phone back. "I really appreciate it, Frank. I hear we're going to be seeing more of each other?"
"Apparently! To be honest, I agreed on accident. But Halloween is my birthday and it's my favorite holiday, so I think I can deal," Frank replies.
"Well, I know who to put in charge of the parade." Gerard smiles. Frank doesn't think he's kidding. (22,730 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  activity:moving  beings:kids  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:family  concept:politics  concept:sobriety  occupation:accountant  occupation:small.business.owner  occupation:politician  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:fucking  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2013.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-06  recced:2013-07 
july 2013 by turlough
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Stay A Little; News Will Find You
REC: Grant is a journalist in New Los Angeles. One morning he stumbles over a club kid passed out in front of his apartment door. Soon Gerard has joined Grant's flock of nameless cats as an unofficial resident and lends his hacking skills to the corporate corruption story Grant's working on. This is a wonderful story. Just the right read for a Sunday afternoon. I love how Grant and his infatuation with Gerard is written. And the way the story portrays Gerard's transition from lost youth to self-assured adult. The futuristic setting is so sharp and vivid and Grant and Gerard's domesticity totally adorable. (2013-06-23)
QUOTE: "Writing what? Letters to mama? Recipes? The great American novel?" This kid is a smartass, christ.
"I'm Scottish, so I wouldn't be writing any great American novels," Grant points out. "And I'm a journalist, if you must know."
Gerard tilts his head to the side, one eye slitting open. "Fuck me sideways, you're the guy from Helix."
"I am the guy," Grant agrees. He gets the weirdest subset of people recognizing him, seriously, but this might take the cake.
"I read that magazine all the time. Jesus. You're, like... incredible."
Grant laughs. "I assume you mean that literally."
"No, I mean. I'm a programm - *hacker*. I swear to god, I've seen some of the stuff you talk about," Gerard explains.
"Sure that's not a side effect of the drugs, kitten?"
"I'm not a fucking burnout," Gerard says witheringly. Pretty rich for a kid who he'd plucked off of his doormat this morning. "I just like to have a good time."
"Found it yet?" Grant questions mildly.
"Found fucking great times," he replies defiantly.
"And the hooking?" Grant turns and asks, eyebrow raised.
Gerard just shrugs. "I like giving blow jobs. Might as well get something else out of it sometimes."
"There's no money in programming?" Grant drawls.
"Not looking like this," Gerard snaps back. "Should I cut my hair and put on a necktie?"
"You can do whatever you want, kitten. Wanna tell me about some of these things you've seen? Wouldn't want to keep you from the clubs, of course. Maybe some other time? An interview will net you at least a decent meal." The kid's too pale, like he hasn't seen a vegetable for a while. And fuck him sideways, Grant is really fucking getting old.
Gerard shrugs. "I can show you. Wouldn't be hard to hack in again. Everyone you write about is stupid. I do actually need to meet up with someone tonight, but I can come back tomorrow." He leans over and snags his boots, shoving his feet back into the scuffed leather, then shrugs into the ugly-as-sin red jacket that matches his hair.
Grant just watches him for a minute before saying, "Oh, and Gerard?" The kid looks up, probably at hearing his actual name. "Knock this time."
Gerard flashes him a smile. "Will do. See you." He's out the door, and Grant turns back to his computer. Well. That was interesting. A cat jumps into his lap, and he pets it. (22,760 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:cyberpunk  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  activity:detoxing  activity:hacking  activity:cuddling  things:Gerard's.red.hair  beings:Grant.Morrison  beings:animals.cats  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:addiction  concept:sobriety  condition:overdose  occupation:journalist  occupation:hacker/programmer  occupation:hooker  relationship:UST  relationship:friendship  smut:fucking  smut:blowjob  setting:bar/club  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence  pairing:Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pov:Grant.Morrison  challenge:2013.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-06  recced:2013-06  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
june 2013 by turlough
tuesdaysgone: Lovers in Combat
REC: Gerard hasn't been the same since the disastrous bout with deadmau5 and his and Frank's relationship is on the rocks. When mysterious businessman Grant Morrison contacts Mad Gear Mechanicals with a sponsorship offer with strings attached, Frank has to decide if he can trust Gerard to get them to the championship. I did the art for this story and I read it three times during the process and now I've read it once again. I still love it enormously. It's got fabulous worldbuilding and wonderful character interactions. I particularly like the way Frank and Gerard's fraught relationship and the friendship between Frank and Ray are written. I also love that the story also has a "real" plot that feels just as important as the romance. And the way Grant is used as a kind of catalyst, both for resovling Mad Gear's situation and the hopeless tangle of Frank and Gerard's relationship, is just right. (2013-06-23)
QUOTE: "We read the news," Frank puts in, earning himself a glare from Gerard.
"The news," Morrison - Grant - muses. "A stellar source of all the truth you could hope to make up. Well, some of it is true, anyway. There was a biofeedback implant. And it was most certainly released too soon, before all of the bugs had been worked out of it. The newspapers won't tell you how I was pressured into that decision, however."
"You resigned," Ray puts in. "Made you look sort of guilty."
"I took responsibility," Grant corrects. "Because it was my name on those chips, after all. My name on the building. I scuttled the company and retired, because I still could do that, at least. I kept working on the chips, though, because I believed in them. And I still do."
Frank looks over at Gerard, who is practically twitching out of his seat next to Frank on the couch, probably biting his tongue to hold back some sort of starry-eyed assurance that he believes in Grant too. "You two need some alone time?" he hisses in Gerard's ear.
"Fuck you," Gerard mumbles.
"That's getting around a bit," Frank comments. "But I'm game if he is." Gerard makes an incoherent noise in response and Frank smirks and tunes back into the conversation. Ray had kept asking questions about the chips, but Mikey is watching Frank and Gerard with narrowed eyes. Frank makes eye contact with Grant, who looks momentarily amused.
"I really don't understand what this has to do with us," Frank admits.
"Of course you don't," Grant replies. "I haven't gotten to the thrilling audiovisual portion of things yet." He smirks and reaches for the controller for the entertainment system, then taps a bit on his tablet. The large wall-mounted screen lights up, at first only displaying static, which Frank soon realizes is a vid-feed from some sort of small surveillance camera. It's showing a familiar setting - the interior of a typical UFC training ring, blocky mecha bodies lit up and waiting for their controllers. The podium is empty at first, but soon an indistinct figure steps up to the controls. It's no one Frank recognizes, and looking around at his teammates, he sees similar expressions on their faces. They're all waiting to see something unusual.
It doesn't take long. The second fighter steps up to his console, but he doesn't sit in the command chair like the first fighter had, just takes an easy stance by the board. He taps on his forearm and a gasp escapes Frank's throat as a blue-white glow coalesces around his arm. He hears gasps from the guys as well and realizes they are all probably drawing the same conclusions.
"No fucking way," Frank says, but the next few seconds of the vid prove him wrong, as the mechas roar to life in the background of the shot. The vid wavers for a few seconds, tilts crazily, and then cuts off.
"That's not possible," Ray adds, looking back at Grant. (25,960 words)
author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:crossover  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:action/adventure  universe:Professional.Griefers  activity:brawling  activity:drinking  activity:hacking  activity:kidnapping  activity:sabotage  beings:Grant.Morrison  beings:deadmau5  things:mecha  things:motorbike  concept:ordinary.lives  condition:injury  condition:PTSD  occupation:mechanic  occupation:hacker/programmer  occupation:mecha.fighter  occupation:scientist  relationship:breakup  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  relationship:poly  smut:fucking  smut:frottage  smut:threesome  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pairing:Frank/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2013.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-06  recced:2013-06  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  activity:mecha.fighting 
june 2013 by turlough
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: My Spaceship Knows Which Way To Go
REC: It's not the first time Brian's done something crazy for Gerard, but this time he's determined to just enjoy every moment. Unfortunately that means dealing with a lot of things he never really wanted to face. This is an absolutely lovely story. Just the kind I've been wanting to read ever since Brian and the guys started talking again. The characterisation of Brian is perfect and the interaction between him and Gerard just so right. Also, I loved seeing Gerard through Brian's eyes and the sex was superhot. (2013-05-26) This is a lovely story from one of my favourite writer duos. The characterisation of Brian is perfect and I loved seeing Gerard through his eyes. The interaction between them, two old friends re-connecting and finally facing the thing that's always been simmering between them, is just about perfect. (2014-12-08)
QUOTE: Gerard is taking pictures and tweeting them, so he doesn't notice right away that Brian keeps getting texts.
"You don't have to keep tabs on me anymore, Schechter," Gerard says after a while.
Brian rolls his eyes. "I'm not. But I'm a busy guy who doesn't actually *read* twitter that often and I like knowing what you're up to. It's not *just* you," he says. It's just *mostly* him. And... his bands. "Apparently right now you're up to... confusing kids about your religious beliefs."
Gerard sighs. "I didn't think it would be that hard to understand. And there are always a couple kids who are really shitty, and it just... I don't know. I'm trying to talk about the stuff that's important to me. Not all of it is the same stuff that was important to me ten years ago, you know?"
Brian nods. He knows.
"Don't think I haven't noticed you stepping in," Gerard adds after he takes a few more pictures.
"'Stepping in' is a strong phrase," Brian says. "It's more... finally being able to speak my mind because I don't work for you and Lauren is the one who gets to be demure and attempt to be nice to everyone."
"You never did like that much, did you," Gerard murmurs. He snaps a picture of Brian just before Brian looks up the whole way.
"It is a carefully honed skill, but not one I get much joy out of using," Brian replies.
It's a bit cooler when they've finally finished doing whatever Gerard intended to do in the mission, so they walk around outside a little. Gerard segues from theorizing about God to talking about going to meetings. This is familiar territory too, and they've covered it a lot lately, sitting on the patio with Lindsey, over fast food with Jeff.
When Brian got sober, it was weird and unreal to him. Mostly because he thought he knew the signs. Thought he knew what to look for, thought he'd *know* when it got bad because he'd done it with Gerard. Looking back, he realizes how fucked up it was to *expect* it to get bad, but still do nothing.
But then, he didn't even do anything when it *did* get bad because he missed the signs waiting for his own downward spiral to start looking like Gerard's. (12,530 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  beings:kids  concept:polyamory  concept:sobriety  condition:illness  things:Twitter  things:memories  occupation:manager  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  relationship:poly  smut:fucking  time:post-band  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence  pairing:Brian/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(secondary)  pov:Brian  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-05  recced:2013-05  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
may 2013 by turlough
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Had You Forgotten, Do You Remember?
REC: The one where Gerard and Frank stumbles upon a working TARDIS on the band's tour of the BBC and how their meetings with a younger Grant change everything. For some reason I never read this back when it was first posted. It's a really lovely story, sad and hopeful and funny. And very, very hot. I love the way fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone manage to give this threesome a new spin and a different dynamic every time they write it. It was also a great treat to get to see other versions of Grant and not just the current successful adult. I particularly liked the way he was written as a teenager. Everything about his and Gerard's meeting was absolutely delightful. Don't miss the happymaking sequel, 'Who's Dreaming Who?'(2013-05-05)
QUOTE: Grant gets to talking about everything - Gerard was right, a lot of them are comics characters in disguise - and if Gerard closed his eyes, he could almost imagine he's sitting next to the Grant of his time, except that this Grant, while he's got that same excitement and just, hunger for knowledge and thoughts and all of it, he has none of adult Grant's confidence. And Gerard remembers how it felt to be 18 and... well, scared.
"It's totally awesome," Gerard tells him. Grant frowns.
"Yes, well. It's nice you think so. One of the art schools I applied to already rejected me."
Gerard bites the inside of his cheek. He may not believe in the Butterfly Effect, but he's not about to tell Grant that he knows the rest of them will, too.
"I'm sorry," Gerard says. "But hey, applying to art schools means you're almost done here, right?"
"Can't happen soon enough if you ask me," Grant says, hunching his shoulders a little. "This place is a sty." He closes the portfolio and sets it on the floor.
This time, it's Gerard who reaches out and puts a hand on his shoulder. "Tell me."
"I hate everyone here, I can't… there's no way to meet anyone actually interesting, and the teachers are all incompetent. To start with," Grant says.
Gerard sighs. Teenagers' problems, it seems, are eternal. "You're - Grant, you're the smartest person I know. Maybe these people don't understand you. Maybe most people don't understand you. But people will, okay?"
"Do you?" Grant asks. There's a touch of mocking in his voice, and Gerard rolls his eyes.
"Yes," he answers emphatically. "Better than I understand almost everyone else in the world."
"Have you come to deliver a pep talk, then? Because it's a bit shit, isn't it, Yank?"
"Gerard," Gerard says again. "And I didn't try to come here at all. But I - now that I'm here, I'm glad. I wasn't lying or exaggerating when I said you're one of my best friends, you know. You're one of the most important people in my life. I'm glad to meet you now." Gerard just can't stop looking at him. Grant lets him.
"You're staring," Grant says after a few moments.
"Apparently I like looking at you no matter what year it is," Gerard says unthinkingly. (13,470 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  activity:sightseeing  beings:Grant.Morrison  beings:teenagers  concept:polyamory  things:Tardis  relationship:established  relationship:poly  smut:fucking  smut:blowjob  smut:threesome  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pairing:Frank/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pov:Gerard  pov:Frank  pov:Grant.Morrison  geography:UK:London  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-04  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
tuesdaysgone: Baby Bleed the Gas
REC: Mikey and Gerard had tried to get themselves loose for at least half an hour. A fun little Killjoys fic full of snark and action. (2013-01-13)
QUOTE: Gerard had mouthed off plenty when the Dracs had first cuffed them and dumped them in this room, and that had only earned them their current position - handcuffed *and* bound, back-to-back and ankles-to-chair-legs, with a handy roll of duct tape. They'd tried to get themselves loose for at least half an hour, but no go.
"They took our guns anyway," Gerard replied with a shrug. If Mikey wasn't so worried about more Dracs showing up, he'd have rolled his eyes at how blasé Gerard sounded. Then again...
It was Frank. Thirty more seconds and the rattling of the doorknob turned into his grinning face, Frankenstein mask pushed up into his hair, bandanna askew. "Look at you fuckers," he said. "All wrapped up like a pretty little present. Is it my birthday?"
"Bite me," Gerard replied. Mikey craned his neck to watch Frank's progress. Frank was already on his knees, flicking open a switchblade and sawing at the tape around Gerard's legs, and he snapped his teeth obligingly in the vicinity of Gerard's thigh.
"Save it for when I'm not taped to my brother's fucking back, Ghoul," Mikey sighed.
"You could stop looking over your shoulder," Frank suggested sweetly, leaning over to saw at the tape around Mikey's calves, then shifting to the tape around their torsos. "Shit, handcuffs too? What did you do to piss them off?"
"Poison opened his mouth," Mikey replied, and Frank giggled. (1,190 words)
author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:fluff  activity:rescue  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:rebellion  things:handcuffs  occupation:rebel  relationship:established  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(secondary)  pairing:Mikey/Ray(secondary)  pov:Mikey  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-01  recced:2013-01  universe:Danger.Days 
january 2013 by turlough
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Stairway to Heaven
REC: The one where Gerard accidentally taps into the memories of an angel and stumbles into the middle of a millenia-long doomed romance. A lovely story that's not even half as cheesy as the summary makes it sound. The characterisations are really good, both of the main characters and of the secondary ones. I have a great weakness for quest plots so I loved reading about Gerard's travels and his attempts at understanding what was happening to him. And his and Grant's road trip across the US in search of Frank was wonderful. Such a beautiful and satisfying story. I feel I want to read it again right now. (2013-01-06) Most Satisfying Quest OT3 AU of 2013: Because of a) the excellent characterisations of both the main and secondary characters, b) the quest Gerard embarks on to try and understand what's happening to him and to find the angel whose life he's dreaming about, c) Gerard and Grant's road trip across the US, and d) The deeply satisfying ending. (2014-02-06)
QUOTE: He wanders around for a while until a docent greets him hesitantly in Italian. Gerard's own Italian was never terribly good, but he responds as best he can. At the very least, the words are all the correct ones. Who knows how many rules of grammar he completely forgot, though.
Apparently his crappy grammar makes the docent laugh, and he agrees to show Gerard around. He mentions an earthquake multiple times, apologizing that so many areas of the basilica are closed. "But I can recommend the garden," he says.
Gerard is disappointed he can't explore the inside more thoroughly. There's something in there. Something important. He just knows. But he smiles and lets the docent lead him to the garden. It really is a lovely garden and when Gerard catches the docent checking the time, he asks if perhaps he can stay and pray. The docent nods and scurries back the way he led Gerard.
Gerard loses track of how long he spends in prayer, but when he opens his eyes he knows somehow that he'll see a little carved bird somewhere nearby. There's little alcove near him with a statue of Francis standing watch over the gardens. On the wall near the base is where Gerard finally sees it.
"I knew you'd be here," Gerard whispers. He kneels at the base of the statue and reaches out to touch the carving. The same pulse as in Paris happens, maybe even stronger, and this time he's not surprised. He closes his eyes and whispers a little prayer, "It started with you, I think. Maybe you can help?"
He opens his eyes and his vision swims. For a moment it's like he can see himself, kneeling at the foot of the statue. He turns, slowly, still on his knees, and sees a man standing in the middle of the garden. Not just a man - an unspeakably beautiful one. With wings. He looks around himself, a look of astonishment growing on his face. He looks back at Gerard.
"Who are you? How did I get here? Because I sure as hell didn't travel to Assisi in my sleep and I haven't been back here in over two hundred fucking years."
Gerard blinks. The double vision is worse now. He can see the the man - angel? he certainly doesn't sound like an angel - overlaid somehow, bizarrely, on his own shocked face. "Do you think I know? Do you think I know anything?" Then he pauses. "In your sleep?" he murmurs. "A dream, another dream."
"No, this isn't a fucking dream. I know dreams and I know visions. So since I'm not actually in Assisi this must be a vision. Your vision." And just like that, the man looks gravely concerned and his tone changes. "Are you all right? Do you need help? You must have called for my help."
"I didn't," Gerard whispers. "I mean, I didn't mean to, I didn't think... that anyone was listening."
"But I am," the angel says gently. "It doesn't take much to bring me if you really do need me."
"I'm not sure of anything," Gerard chokes out.
"Fuck," the angel says. "I'm sorry." Gerard's hands go into his hair.
"Why is this happening to me? I just want my fucking dreams back." (58,240 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:crossover  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  beings:Grant.Morrison  beings:angels  beings:demons  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:polyamory  concept:quest  concept:religion  concept:sobriety  concept:esp:psychic.healing  occupation:priest/monk  things:dreams  things:memories  relationship:brothers  relationship:UST  relationship:poly  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  smut:handjob  smut:threesome  setting:on.vacation  setting:road.trip  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:Europe:Italy  geography:UK:Scotland  geography:US:San.Fransisco  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Frank/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pairing:Mikey/Ray(secondary)  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  pov:Grant.Morrison  +length:long.50k-100k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-01  recced:2013-01  things:wings  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
january 2013 by turlough
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: 'Cause I'm on Top of the World
REC: Sweaty hugs and happiness and love at Morrisoncon. Completely delightful! (2012-10-07)
QUOTE: When they both get back into the VIP room after their performance, Grant looks over at Gerard. "That went well, yeah? Didn't fuck up too much, did I?"
Gerard laughs. He's sweaty and already grinning. "You never fuck up."
"There was definitely a flubbed line or two," Grant replies. He can't help grinning back, though. He never can with Gerard.
"Shut up," Gerard says, leaning in and hugging him. It's a tight hug, the leather of his jacket slick and soft under Grant's fingers, his hair definitely damp against Grant's cheek. Grant wants to hold on forever, but there are plenty of other people who want to talk to them. He pulls back far enough to do that but keeps his arm around Gerard. Akira snaps their picture.
He's glad when Gerard sticks close. The con so far feels like a family reunion - Darick wandering around talking to the ladies, James tearing it up out on the dance floor, and that's just a few - but Gerard had been the first person he'd thought of when they asked him who he wanted to have as guests. Always one of the first people on his mind. (632 words)
(also at http://annemari.dreamwidth.org/318668.html?thread=5663180#cmt5663180 )
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:category:het  fic:genre:fluff  beings:Grant.Morrison  relationship:established  relationship:poly  setting:bar/club  con:2012.Morrisoncon  geography:US:Las.Vegas  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Grant.Morrison  challenge:2012.Bandom.Hug.Fest  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-10  recced:2012-10  fic:genre:crossover  pairing:Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(secondary)  pairing:Grant.Morrison/Kristan.Morrison(secondary) 
october 2012 by turlough
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: I'll Repair For You (When The Roof Starts To Fall)
REC: The one where Gerard the comics artist inherits a house in Scotland and one of his neighbours happens to be Grant Morrison. I love this story so much!! I just want to roll around in it and cuddle with it forever and ever! It has just the right mix of mundanity and friendship and longing and the ending is so satisfying and happymaking. I absolutely love the way Gerard is written in it and to see him starting to settle in and make this place "home", and how his relationship with Grant begins to deepen and become something more is a complete delight. This is almost certainly becoming one of my new happy places - the kind of story I read whenever I'm in need of something to make me feel warm and content and happy. (2012-08-26) I absolutely love this story. It has just the right mix of mundanity and friendship and longing and the ending is so satisfying and happymaking. I love the way Gerard is written and it's a complete delight to see him starting to settle in and make this place "home", and his relationship with Grant begin to deepen and become something "more". Despite being only a couple of months old, this story has become one of my happy places - the kind of story I read whenever I'm in need of something to make me feel warm and content and happy. I have already re-read it several times and it never fails to cheer me up. It really is the kind of story I just want to roll around in and cuddle with forever and ever. (2012-10-3))
QUOTE: Uncle Arthur's house - Shalott, the small carved sign by the door reads, because apparently people name houses here and Uncle Arthur was a giant nerd - is right on the edge of the village. Gerard's solicitor, Mr. Adams, lives a bit farther out into the country past Milton. Gerard had noticed on a map that there's a Loch Bowie out there. That's enough to tempt Gerard, really. If nothing else, Mikey will think the pictures are hilarious.
He's got his camera hanging around his neck on the strap and the farther he goes, the clearer it is that these aren't roads he's walking on as much as footpaths with two muddy tracks where sometimes cars go. So, of course, Gerard trips over a rock in the middle and ends up down on one knee in the mud.
"Your wellies seem to have revolted," an amused Scottish voice comments from atop a nearby rise.
Gerard looks up and nearly falls over the rest of the way. Of fucking course Grant fucking Morrison is the one to find him in these stupid shorts, a Hawaiian shirt, and wellies. In the mud. "Um. Yeah. I guess I'm not used to them yet."
"Country life is full of dangers," Morrison says, lips twitching. "You'd be our new American lad, then. I've heard the villagers buzzing about you."
"I guess that's me," Gerard says, standing again. "You're Grant Morrison," he blurts out. He knew Morrison lived in the area - the locals love to gossip, and when they found out what Gerard does for a living, they were all surprised he and Grant hadn't met already. This was not how Gerard pictured it happening. He tries not to visibly cringe at himself and Morrison just smiles wider at him.
"Are you a fan, then?"
"I'd say colleague, but that might be going a little far. I'm an artist, though - Gerard Way." Gerard offers his hand, then grimaces at the layer of mud on it and wipes it off on his shorts. Morrison laughs, takes the last few steps down to the verge and reaches out to shake hands.
"Any work I'd know?" Morrison asks as he shakes Gerard's hand.
"Been mostly doing indies and self-published stuff. I write a little, too - did some work for Dark Horse recently and I just signed on to do a few issues of JLA," Gerard explains.
"Dark Horse - Gerard Way, of course! I read Umbrella Academy, you know. Amazing book. It's a pleasure, Mr. Way."
"Gerard, please," Gerard blurts.
"And you must call me Grant," Grant replies. "Now, you really must explain what brought you to the Lowlands. I must have missed a critical piece of gossip." His eyes twinkle, and Gerard can't help but grin back. (17,330 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:crossover  fic:genre:fluff  activity:DIY  activity:sightseeing  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:ordinary.lives  things:comics  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:writer  relationship:brothers  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  setting:bar/club  geography:UK:Scotland  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.BBB  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-08  recced:2012-08  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  things:wellies  pairing:Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  setting:café/diner/restaurant 
august 2012 by turlough
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Put A Ring On It (OT3 'verse prequel 2)
REC: Gerard and Frank visit Mikey and go to the mall. A heartwarmingly sweet little timestamp/prequel to the OT3verse, set in the summer of 2006. (2012-08-05)
QUOTE: Gerard has to pull over as soon as they're out of sight of Stacy's house and just breathe for a minute. Frank squeezes the back of his neck and they sit like that until Gerard takes one last deep breath and puts the car back in gear. He pulls away from the curb and drives to the nearest shopping area.
Gerard drives around for a while longer than necessary until he finds a deserted corner of the parking garage. Frank laughs at him. "This is a fucking Camry, Gee, not a sports car. You don't need to protect it."
"Whatever," Gerard retorts lazily. "Your short-ass legs can walk a little farther. I just want some -" He trails off. Space is what he wants. They don't have anything *but* space in the fucking house, but it's different out here. For a few seconds, he lets himself be irritated at the fact that he's letting the simple catharsis of a visit to the mall be marred by the chance that they'll be recognized, but then he shakes it off. They chose this, they get to deal with it.
Frank just lets it roll off his back, too. "You like my short-ass legs," he says easily and takes Gerard's hand.
He's right.
The mall is packed, as typical for a Southern California mall, but they only get stopped once. Gerard wraps his arm around Frank's shoulders for a picture, and then they escape into the store across the way.
It turns out to be a jewelry store. They spend a minute gawking at the horrendous, gaudy jewelry, but the wedding bands case catches Gerard's eye and he stares down at them. Most of them are pretty ugly, or just boring, but a set catches his eye and he can't stop staring.
"What'd you fi- oh," Frank says next to him. "Those, right?" He points through the glass at the rings Gerard was looking at.
"Yeah," he says quietly. He turns to look at Frank. He's really close, nearly touching Gerard. "Frankie..." (1,960 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  universe:OT3.verse  activity:shopping  relationship:established  relationship:marriage  smut:handjob  smut:frottage  smut:vehicle.sex  location:Paramour.Mansion  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-08  recced:2012-08  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
august 2012 by turlough
tuesdaysgone: Hold Your Heart Into This Darkness (Masterlist)
REC: I lack words to convey the impact this series has had on me. It's forever going to be *THE* Killjoys story for me. One of those milestone stories that forever will determine the way I look at fandom. It gives us the whole story, from the beginning in Battery City, through the 'Na Na Na' and 'SING' videos, and on to the suprising and immensely satisfying ending. (2012-07-23) This series have become *the* Killjoys story for me. (I still find all the different takes on this universe that fandom has come up with endlessly fascinating though.) The writing and imagery is so vivid, the City and zonerunner cultures so complex and fascinating, Gerard's developmental arc and relationships with Korse and with Frank so completely believable, and I will always love the way it humanises Korse without in any way disregarding the terrible things he does. (2012-11-22)
INFO: Three long stories. 91,640 words.
author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  universe:Hold.Your.Heart.verse  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:apocalypse  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  band:My.Chemical.Romance  +length:long.50k-100k  !meta:masterlist  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:character.study  !meta:rec:fic  fic:genre:AU  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  universe:Danger.Days 
july 2012 by turlough
tuesdaysgone: The Only Hope For Me Is You (Hold Your Heart 'verse 3)
REC: Nothing about zonerunning had ever really prepared Gerard for the aftermath of a BLI standoff. The final story in the 'Hold Your Heart Into This Darkness' series. I lack words to convey the impact this story (and the whole series) had on me. It's forever going to be *the* Killjoys story for me. I no longer care that we didn't get a third video, this is what happened. The writing is so visual and the take on what BLI is up to exactly as big and breathtaking and terrifying as any "official" version could ever have been. I know this series is going to be one of those milestone stories that forever will determine the way I look at fandom. On a more personal level I loved how Gerard was written in this story. His and Frank's relationship, how the four of them interacted, and the way they related to Dr D and Show Pony and the whole messy, diverse zonerunner culture. This is definitely the story of the Fabulous Killjoys! That said, the thing that probably gripped me hardest and broke my heart into tiny little bits was Korse in all his twisted and broken and terrifying glory. I'm so glad things happened the way they did, I don't think I could have stood anything else. The ending as a whole is absolutely and completely perfect. So much hope of change, so many possibilities! (2012-07-22)
QUOTE: Gerard woke to Frank curled up beside him, using his thigh as a pillow, and to Ray watching him with his one uncovered eye. "Fuck. You okay?" Gerard murmured, pushing a lock of hair off of Frank's cheek and ready to wake him if necessary. "I meant to stay -"
"Shiny," Ray said, echoing Mikey's last words and sounding about as convincing. "And you need rest, too. Can you hand me that -" He reached for a canteen, going quiet when he nudged it with his fingers. "Depth perception's fucking gone."
"It'll - maybe it'll start getting better, Pony said -"
"Gee." Ray was looking at him steadily. "Let's just deal with it like it's not gonna." His hands twitched against the blanket. "I need some target practice, I'm sure."
"You need to rest more before we start making plans," Gerard told him.
"Who's still willing to work with us?" Ray asked, ignoring him.
"Probably KK," Frank said groggily, stirring and rubbing his face against Gerard's thigh for a moment before pushing himself up. "She's fucking looneytunes enough to do it."
"More or less than us?" Gerard asked quietly, and Frank laughed.
"Ain't nobody crazier than us, baby." Frank looked at Ray. "We can trade for some tech, but we're gonna need someone to push some buttons on the inside, too. Radio Ga Ga here can't do it all."
There was a snort from the pile of blankets beside Ray. Mikey was awake, too. Gerard tugged hard on the piece of hair he'd been running through his fingers, and Frank pinched his thigh. Mikey sat up and immediately fumbled for a pill bottle, prodding at Ray until he took a dose. When the commotion settled down, Ray looked back at Frank and said, "I was thinking JD. Unless you've got someone else you -"
"No one I trust like I trust JD. He's got a girl working for him now, too - a real one, not an android girl," he added when Mikey snorted, "who has some sort of in with BLI."
"Do we trust anyone who has an in with BLI?" Gerard asked.
"You all used to have an in with BLI," Frank reminded him calmly. "As in, you were in the Towers every day."
It wasn't like Gerard had forgotten. It just... didn't seem quite real anymore.
"Don't forget, Party," Ray told him. "JD used to work with me. And he knows how to work the permit committees. This girl's in that division, I'm pretty sure. Molly, he calls her - Molly Hatchet."
Gerard snorted. "I like her already."
"How's that gonna help us?" Frank asked. "We're not trying to get a fucking permit for this."
Mikey coughed, then ran a hand through his hair and asked, "Can we back up and talk about what 'this' is gonna be?"
"Hack into BLI. Find the motorbaby. Get in, get her, get out." Gerard ticked the steps off on his fingers. No one bothered to contradict him, not even on the last step. They knew he was full of shit.
It was good that they knew they were probably going to bite it. "Backup," Frank added.
"Pony and KK," Ray repeated.
"Yeah, but I don't want to assume," Frank answered. "They're the best at getting in and out of the Battery. Can't say they've never been tailed, but it's still a better track record than most people who try."
"You never explained how that works," Gerard told him.
Frank made a face at him and waved a hand. "It's the first thing they teach you poor little drones, that the grid is actually a boundary."
"Tunnels," Gerard reminded him.
"Permits," Frank answered. "Payoffs." Ray was nodding along. "The Battery's straining at the seams. What did you think the Zone Purification Project was about, Party?"
"Quality of life?"
"For the people in the penthouses," Frank retorted. "Clean sand means more factories. Don't ever fucking forget, Gee, what this is all about."
"And that is -"
"Influence." Gerard shivered. For a moment, Frank was an eerie echo of Korse. (31,460 words)
author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  universe:Hold.Your.Heart.verse  activity:gun.fights  activity:killing/murder  activity:rescue  activity:sabotage  beings:draculoids  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:apocalypse  concept:brainwashing  concept:char.death(temporary)  concept:dystopia  concept:hostage  concept:politics  concept:rebellion  concept:torture  concept:violence  concept:war  condition:amnesia  condition:injury  occupation:rebel  occupation:exterminator  things:memories  relationship:established  relationship:friendship  relationship:brothers  smut:handjob  smut:frottage  smut:fucking  setting:desert  setting:prison  posted:2012-06  recced:2012-07  geography:myth:Battery.City  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Korse(past)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Mikey/Ray(se 
july 2012 by turlough
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: And I Will Be Your Goal
REC: Frank Iero leads a solitary existence running his family's machine shop, continuing his father's work in musical inventions in his spare time. One night baronet Morrison appears in his shop with a job offer that soon turns into an offer to join a secret resistance group fighting a corrupt government from within. An absolutely fabulous steampunk story with fascinating and believable worldbuilding, heaps of fascinating plot, dramatic events, fantastic relationship development, wonderful characterisations, heartwarming domesticity, and scorchingly hot sex. I was completely fascinated by the world and loved discovering all the little details that made it both different and like our own. The plot was captivating and the way it played out gave the story just the right amount of tension and uncertainty, and the resolution was satisfying and happymaking. I loved Gerard and Grant's relationship and the way they reached out and wooed Frank together. Everytime this author duo writes this threesome they give the dynamics between them a new twist and makes us see different aspects of the characters. I also loved all the secondary characters and the way they interacted with each other and with the main protagonists. It all felt so right and believable. Really, I lack words to express how absolutely delightful I found this story. I've got a strong feeling it's going to become one of those stories I turn to whenever I need to immerse myself in something long and captivating and completely heartwarming. (2012-07-01)
QUOTE: Lady Thompson turns to Way. "He's going to be a horrible invalid, you know."
A look of utter dread crosses Way's face. "Oh *god*. I hadn't even thought that far ahead yet."
"I am sitting here, you realize?" Sir Grant asks somewhat petulantly. Frank knows it's partly in jest, but it's still an odd thing for Frank to see. But Sir Grant is clearly among loved ones, and his relaxed behavior reflects that.
Way eases himself down on the daybed beside Sir Grant and kisses his cheek. "You can't deny it, mon chaton."
Sir Grant leans against Way's shoulder. "I'm sure I'll be terrible," he says quietly. "May I pre-emptively beg for your patience, dearest?"
Frank once again feels like he's intruding on a very private moment and turns to look at the young brunette Frank is assuming is Miss Simmons, and at the young man.
"Mikey Way," he murmurs, and it all falls into place. He recalls that Mikey was a grade ahead of him in grammar school. Remembers him living just down the street and even playing with him a few times.
Mikey walks over and holds out his hand. "It's been a long time," he says.
Frank nods. "It has. I'd never have recognized you on the street."
"Neither would I have," Mikey replies. "Though I remembered your family business well enough to send Grant your way for his little listening project."
"So I am here at your instigation, Mr. Way." Frank pauses when Mikey grimaces.
"There are two of us, and I'm sure that would get desperately confusing. Please call me Mikey. Everyone else does. Though I suppose you are no longer going by Frankie." His tone is dry and flat, but there's a disarming sparkle in his eye.
"Frank will do," Frank replies with a smile.
The brunette nudges Mikey's arm with her fingertips, and he shakes himself a bit. "Frank Iero, Miss Alicia Simmons."
"Lady Thompson's aide," Miss Simmons adds.
"A pleasure," Frank tells her. He's beginning to be exceedingly confused about what exactly this motley group of people is up to. His confusion only increases when another soft rap on the door admits two rather large men in working-class garments.
"Ray Toro, James Dewees," Mikey tells Frank, pointing to each in turn. "This is Frank Iero," he tells them. "And that is the lot of us," he adds.
"Except for Becky," Miss Simmons comments.
"And the twins," Way adds from across the room. He's watching Frank and Mikey converse with a small furrow in his brow. Frank catches his eye again and looks away, discomfited.
"I don't remember your brother, Mikey Way," Frank murmurs. "Does he always glare so?"
Mikey doesn't say anything for a moment, then murmurs back, "Interesting."
"Gerard. He's - well, it's ultimately unimportant," Mikey adds. "What we are doing here requires a great deal of trust and respect, but neither of those require that he like you, or you him."
"How comforting. And I'd be more inclined to believe you if I knew what you were doing here," Frank gripes.
Miss Simmons overhears this; possibly she's also overheard the rest of the conversation, but she gives no outward sign. She does take the opportunity to call across the room, "Sir Grant, I do believe you'll drive this boy crazy if you don't explain our activities."
Immediately the conversation in the room quiets, and everyone looks at either Frank or Sir Grant. Sir Grant himself looks at Frank as well, and says, "It's quite simple, Frank, we're trying to bring down the government."
Frank laughs in disbelief. "Oh, is that all?" He catches a thunderous look on Way's face, but amusement on Sir Grant's. But Frank can't stop the laughter. It's entirely ridiculous. (71,610 words)
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author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  activity:spying  beings:Grant.Morrison  beings:animals.dogs  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:alternate.world  concept:disability  concept:family  concept:politics  concept:polyamory  concept:rebellion  concept:war  condition:injury  condition:PTSD  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:inventor  occupation:engineer  occupation:philantropist  occupation:small.business.owner  occupation:spy/secret.agent  occupation:writer  relationship:established  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  relationship:poly  smut:fucking  smut:blowjob  smut:rimming  smut:threesome  smut:voyeurism  setting:mansion/palace  setting:shop  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  posted:2012-06  recced:2012-07  !meta:rec:fic  pov:Grant.Morrison  activity:sabotage  challenge:2012.BBB  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:steampunk  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:MIkey/Al 
july 2012 by turlough
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: This is Our Second Skin (OT3 'verse outtake)
REC: Grant tagged along to Gerard's photo shoot. A wonderful and scorchingly hot outtake in the OT3 'verse. Seeing Gerard through Grant's eyes was so much fun. I love how Grant is both very clearsighted and completely infatuated where Gerard is concerned. (2012-03-11)
QUOTE: "You'll all have to come in sometime," Allan says. "Let me take a family photo."
Grant chuckles. Allan's idea of a family portrait would surely be worth any amount of money. "Perhaps we will."
Allan tells Gerard to turn back from the direction he was facing, which puts him looking right at Grant again.
"Sounds like fun to me," Gerard says. "We don't have many pictures of all three of us together."
"You mean it's hard to pry Frank’s camera away from him." Grant watches Allan's stylist muss Gerard's hair and nearly glowers. He wants to do it himself.
"Yes, that," Gerard pauses. "If we *do* have photos done, he'll want something more, ah, traditional. In addition to the fun stuff." Both Allan and Grant laugh at that. Allan's photography can rarely be described as traditional.
"I'm sure I can manage something he can give his mom. Just for you guys, though." Allan makes a motion at his stylist, who rushes up and adjusts the jacket they have Gerard in. Grant can't help the little twitch he makes. Gerard looks entirely too good for anyone other than Grant or Frank to be touching him. Allan laughs softly. He didn't miss it. Gerard didn't either, Grant can see it in his face. Gerard keeps his eyes on Grant after that as he poses.
Grant is more than certain that the photos from before are good - Allan can make anything look like sex, but now... Gerard's face is something to behold. It's hot under the lights; Grant can see sweat beading along Gerard's hairline. The latex trench glistens too. Grant watches Allan finish the pose and fantasizes about tugging Gerard's collar down, licking the sweat off of Gerard's collarbones.
Gerard abortively moves to brush his hair off his forehead. Instead, the stylist darts forward and does it for him, spraying the hair that's flopped down back up and patting at his forehead with powder. Gerard doesn't take his eyes off Grant at all, licks his lips slowly and deliberately. Grant grins back, deliberately showing his teeth. He wants to leave marks on that smooth neck. The camera would love that. Gerard would love that, and Grant too. He glances at his watch.
Allan notices that too. "I'm almost done, you bastard. Just a few more shots and you can go fuck."
Gerard laughs, tugging at the lapels of the jacket and schooling his face back into seriousness, looking down and away from all of them. He manages it for about thirty seconds before cracking up again. When he meets Grant's eye, Grant just shrugs and grins. (3,920 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  activity:photography  beings:Grant.Morrison  relationship:established  relationship:poly  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  setting:on.break  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pov:Grant.Morrison  pov:Frank  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-03  recced:2012-03  universe:OT3.verse  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:crossover  fic:genre:fluff  fic:genre:PWP  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
march 2012 by turlough
tuesdaysgone: One Journey For You (But It's Worth It)
REC: The one where Frank stays with Grant to recupperate and they get kidnapped by faeries. Such a cute story. (2012-03-04)
QUOTE: Grant's tap on the door wakes him. It's already dark outside, and Frank realizes he's slept the day away. "I've made dinner," Grant calls through the door. "It'll keep if you'd rather not get up, though."
Frank gets up. It's just a vegetable barley soup and toasted cheese - "Gourmet I am not, when I'm cooking for myself," Grant tells him - but Frank's starving.
"I had the strangest dream," Frank tells him over tea when they've retired to the sitting room. "I was chasing children down the upstairs hall of your house. They were giggling like crazy, but they were invisible or something, I could only see their footprints. It was one of those super realistic dreams, too. So weird."
Grant doesn't answer right away, just sips at his tea. "How strange," he says finally. "Well, there are no children here, invisible or otherwise."
They sit in silence for a while, until Frank asks idly, "Is that today's paper?"
"Mm? Ah, yes, the Herald." Frank starts to get up and Grant holds up a hand. "People without collapsed lungs do the fetching and carrying around here." He gets up himself and hands it over.
"It's reinflated," Frank tells him with a grimace.
"I did have a warning you'd not cooperate, remember? Sit and relax."
It's a quiet evening, and Frank falls asleep in the chair. Grant wakes him up after an indeterminate amount of time and gently shoos him upstairs. Half-asleep still, Frank's positive he hears more laughter as he rounds the corner of the upstairs hall, but he passes out as soon as he hits the surface of his bed. (8,010 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/339184 )
author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  activity:kidnapping  beings:faeries  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:magic  condition:illness  occupation:writer  relationship:UST  smut:fucking  setting:on.tour  setting:other.world  tour:2011.World.Contamination  geography:UK:Scotland  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2012.No.Tags  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-03  geography:myth:Fairy.Land  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:crossover  fic:genre:fluff 
march 2012 by turlough
tuesdaysgone: Sometimes I Wanna Wrap My Coat Around You
REC: They all know where Frank goes when the claustrophobia or the sheer fucking winter terror hits him. A lovely little established relationship fic set in a Killjoys universe of nuclear winter. I love the glimpses we get of this world and the way their relationship is written makes me feel all warm and happy. (2011-12-25)
QUOTE: Gerard takes the first aid kit and heads for the cellar. They all know where Frank goes when the claustrophobia or the sheer fucking winter terror hits him. It's a little ironic, really, that he heads straight for the tunnels, but that's not the only thing down here.
Their own cellar is small, piled high with emergency supplies, the entrance to the tunnel system hidden behind a half-wall and a flap of burlap. Gerard grabs a propane lantern and pushes through the doorway. The tunnel network honeycombs the mountain, and it's easy enough to get lost if you don't know where you're going. But Gerard knows exactly where he's going, and it's not far.
The airlock door always freaks Gerard out a bit, but he steps through the first portal and pushes it shut behind him, shedding his parka. He won't need it on the other side of the inner door.
Stepping into Frank's hydroponic greenhouse is an assault on the senses: heat, color, the gurgling of the fishtank, the breeze from the recirculating vents. The contrast from the outside world is ridiculous. The Zones are cycling into a dark season again, so the skywells that open onto the hidden rocky valley near their cabin are wide open, the reflectors pitched to catch every last ray of sunlight. Frank's been tinkering with the generator backup for his electric growlamp system for a week now, but that's not what he's doing now. It's quiet down here except for the hum of the tank pumps, and Gerard can't see Frank at all. (1,590 words)
author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  universe:Yo.Gabba.Gabba  concept:apocalypse  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:violence  concept:nuclear.winter  condition:injury  occupation:rebel  occupation:gardener  things:snow  relationship:established  smut:handjob  smut:blowjob  setting:caves  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2011-12  recced:2011-12  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  universe:Danger.Days 
december 2011 by turlough
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: The OT3 Urban Fantasy Fairy Royalty AU Not!fic
REC: A completely delightful not!fic about my favourite threesome. The final sex scene is written in full and is lovely. I particularly like the imagery of their magic intertwining. (2011-12-18)
QUOTE: Frank pulls the t-shirt over Grant's head and drops it to the floor. He runs his hands up Grant's chest, and Grant wraps his arms around Frank's waist. Where their skin is touching, their magic touches as well, Frank's eerie blue-white and Grant's crackling yellow. Gerard can't even describe how seeing it makes him feel. With the interference from the crown gone from his senses, he can see the tiniest details. Their magic is full of contrasts, but where it touches, it becomes something entirely different.
"Keep going," Gerard tells them quietly. Grant removes Frank's t-shirt and reaches for the button of Frank's pants. Gerard watches as Grant's fingers deftly undo the button and zip and push Frank's pants down his thighs. Frank's not wearing any underwear, and Grant makes an appreciative noise.
Frank takes over then, pulling off his boots and getting his pants all the way off. He nearly falls over a time or two, but Grant holds him steady with a slight smile on his face. "Careful, pooka," Grant murmurs.
Frank stands up straight and glowers at Grant, the frown faltering when Grant strokes his fingers down Frank's bare sides. Then Frank looks at Gerard, smirk once again taking up residence on his face. Gerard's never been sure what Frank likes more: getting told to do things, or resisting doing them until it suits him. "Take his pants off, Frank," Gerard says.
Unsurprisingly, Frank touches Grant's shoulders instead, smoothing his hands down Grant's chest and over his clavicles; over his ribs and around his waist and up his spine as Grant moans quietly; then back to Grant's stomach, fingering the scar there before finally touching the fastenings of Grant's trousers. He plays the buttons for a moment before undoing them, then backs Grant up to the bed and pushes him down. Frank's forgotten to resist now, dropping to his knees and tugging at the laces of Grant's boots to remove them, then tugging at Grant's pants until Grant lifts his hips to free the material. (4,540 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  beings:Grant.Morrison  beings:faeries  beings:aristocrats  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:magic  occupation:politician  relationship:UST  relationship:poly  smut:fucking  smut:blowjob  smut:threesome  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pov:omni  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  posted:2011-12  recced:2011-12  !meta:rec:fic  occupation:ruler  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:form:not!fic  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:urban.fantasy 
december 2011 by turlough
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: I Will Bring a Mirror
REC: Gerard is Lord Morrison's ward. One foggy afternoon he finds a hurt young man collapsed on the manor's doorstep. A man with no memory of who he is or why he's there. This is totally wonderful! It's got lovely writing and the characterisations, particularly of Gerard, and the interplay between the characters are all first class. I love the warm and safe atmosphere of Grant's house and the complex relationship Gerard and Grant have. I really hope there will be more stories in this universe one day. (2011-11-27)
QUOTE: The boy tries to sit up, but moans, falling back onto the pillows.
"No, don't move, I'm sorry," Gerard apologizes uselessly, wringing his hands. The boy groans again, lifting his hands to his head. Gerard leans forward, placing a hand on the boy's arm and squeezing. Just then the door opens. Gerard looks over his shoulder to see Grant.
"He's awake?" Grant asks.
"Ugh," the boy says, his eyes squeezed closed. "No. I'm some other thing. Awake is more pleasant than this. It must be."
Grant chuckles. "I imagine you have a sore head and are feeling quite under the weather. Can I ask your name?"
There's a long pause. The boy opens and closes his mouth several times. He sucks in a breath. "I can't... I can't remember. It's... gone." He sounds genuinely terrified. Gerard squeezes his arm again.
"We've sent for the doctor," Grant says soothingly. "He should be here shortly. We'll get everything sorted out." [...]
The doctor doses him with something to help with the pain and leaves, muttering about writing up case notes and contacting a colleague. The boy is asleep again, hand still clinging to Gerard's arm.
Grant stands and steps closer, close enough to brush a hand through Gerard's hair. Gerard swallows and holds very still.
"You appear to be caught," Grant says low and amused. "Do go to bed soon, Gerard."
Gerard nods and then Grant's hand is gone, the door being pulled shut behind him. Gerard isn't certain how much time passes, but the boy starts tossing and turning and murmuring in his sleep. Gerard doesn't want to shake him awake, so he moves partly onto the bed, strokes his hands over the boy's face and arms, pets his hair, pushing it behind his ear and murmuring assurances that he's safe with them. (16,820 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  beings:Grant.Morrison  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:art  condition:injury  condition:illness  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:writer  occupation:student.college  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  setting:mansion/palace  period:19th.century  geography:UK:Scotland  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Grant.Morrison(secondary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2011.Yo.Bro.That's.Sick  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2011-11  recced:2011-11  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:crossover 
november 2011 by turlough
tuesdaysgone: Second Word, One Syllable
REC: Frank loses his voice during Project Revolution. This is a really lovely story. Frank and Gerard's relationship is just wonderful and I love the way canon in used and how the concepts of silence and speaking are used on both a concrete and a metaphysical level. (2011-11-27)
QUOTE: "Frank, wait!" Frank turns around. It's Gerard, standing on the bottom step of the bus where he clearly just saw everything that happened, and looking contrite, which is either because Lazzara just decided to haul Frank around like a sack of potatoes, or because he's the one who drank all the coffee, or - Frank's not sure.
Frank glares. Gerard was in on the packing peanuts thing, too, so why aren't twelve-foot-tall Long Islanders dragging him around upside down? Because no one ever suspects Gerard. He's got that fucking clueless thing down pat.
Frank has recent personal experience with Gerard's blank looks, because for the past two weeks, he's been getting a lot of them, every time he tries to bring it up.
*It*. The kiss, the one that happened onstage, the one that Gerard had totally instigated for once. And Frank - he doesn't mind, he had just wanted to ask, okay? But he wasn't sure, because this is Gerard and Gerard is great at talking about everything that's *not* himself, so he'd waited for a while, and when that hadn't worked, he'd shrugged and told himself this was just what they were doing now, and fucking humped Gerard's head right onstage.
They'd had an interview the next day and Frank can still remember Gerard's *face*, his earnest little "I'd jump too," and he'd thought 'yes, this is it', and he'd fucking licked Gerard's face that night onstage, pushing, and Gerard had let him, but that was three days ago now and - nothing. Still nothing. And now Frank can't ask, because he doesn't have a fucking voice. (4,800 words)
author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  activity:performing  condition:illness  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  setting:on.tour  tour:2007.Project.Revolution  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  +length:short.1k-5k  challenge:2011.Yo.Bro.That's.Sick  posted:2011-11  recced:2011-11  !meta:rec:fic  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
november 2011 by turlough
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Heights Don't Phase Me (OT3 'verse outtake)
REC: Frank and Gerard and Grant after the 98.7 Penthouse rooftop acoustic performance. A timestamp from the OT3 'verse. This is so warm and happy and full of love. I love how comfortable they are together and the way everything they do show how much they love each other. (2011-10-23)
QUOTE: Grant's telling a story that apparently requires several tangents, and Frank's trying really hard to listen, but he keeps getting distracted by the way Grant's touching Gerard's hair absently, running his fingers through it, pulling it back off his face. And Gerard is clearly just basking, which makes Frank smile. He focuses back in on Grant's words for a moment, until Grant's fingers hit a snarl and tug and Gerard can't hold back the little moan he makes.
Grant keeps petting him soothingly, and Frank watches intently. Then Grant very slowly twists another strand around his fingers and tugs, deliberately this time. Gerard moans again and bites his lip. Frank pushes at Sinatra until he gets off the chair. Grant goes back to his gentle petting for a minute, and then does it again. Yes. Frank knew this was coming. He grins to himself, but just gets up and walks into the other room to let the dogs out, then comes back and sits on the arm of the couch. "You having fun, babe?" Frank asks mildly, running the backs of his fingers over Grant's scalp.
"You cut yours off, Frank," he answers. "What am I to do but enjoy the variety?"
"You like my hair short," Frank says. He runs his hand over his head as he says it. It’s still new enough that it feels a bit surreal.
"I do," Grant answers, leaning into Frank's touch. "Very much." Gerard makes a pathetic little noise and Grant laughs. "Frank distracted me, love." He starts moving his hands again, wrapping chunks of hair around his fingers and tugging, gently massaging Gerard's scalp. (3,410 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  universe:OT3.verse  beings:Grant.Morrison  relationship:established  relationship:poly  smut:hairpulling  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  smut:threesome  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pov:Frank  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2011-10  recced:2011-10  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:crossover  fic:genre:PWP  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
october 2011 by turlough
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Meltdown (OT3 'verse outtake)
REC: Grant & Frank decide to pay Gerard back for teasing before they leave for the evening at Meltdown Comics. This is scorchingly hot and I love the way they're written together. Fascinating relationship dynamics and all the love and warmth and happiness between them makes me feel ridiculously happy and content. (2011-09-25)
QUOTE: And then it hits him; he's going to be spending the next several *hours* like this. That's what Frank wants, what *Grant* wants. And he's done it before, but never in public. Never where he was required to talk and be coherent and somewhat professional. "*Fuck*," he moans again. But he does as he's told. He gets up, slips his clothes back on, feeling the plug with every single movement. Feeling them watch every single movement.
Frank steps close enough to take Gerard's face between his hands and kisses him, softly and really fucking thoroughly, and says, "Make me proud, baby." Grant draws Frank away and kisses him, and then curls a hand around the back of Gerard's neck and says, "Show me how good you can be."
Gerard can be good. Gerard will be good.
Driving to Meltdown is the most exquisite torture. Every bump, every turn, even just the thrum of the wheels on smooth pavement feels more intense. Gerard has to breathe through his nose nearly the whole time, sure that the next moment, next breath will mean coming. He catches a glimpse of himself in the rearview mirror and he's astounded at his own reflection. He's bright red and sweating a little and he looks - "Grant," he breathes. "Grant, I -"
Grant changes the subject smoothly, asking Frank when he thinks Ray, Mikey, and Alicia will arrive. Gerard swallows against a dry throat and clutches his notebook tighter.
They pull up behind the shop and Gerard is really fucking grateful for the tinted windows, because there's a pretty big line and he is not at all mentally prepared for that many people yet. Thank god there's still enough time before the Q&A that they can hide in the back room for a little while.
Getting out of the car makes Gerard gasp. He can't help it. Fuck, he has to get control of his reactions. "Easy, babe," Frank whispers to him, rubbing his shoulder. It doesn't really help. Being touched really, really doesn't fucking help. (3,620 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  universe:OT3.verse  activity:interview  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:polyamory  occupation:writer  relationship:established  relationship:poly  smut:blowjob  smut:vehicle.sex  smut:fucking  smut:threesome  setting:on.break  tour:2011.Honda.Civic  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pov:Gerard  posted:2011-09  recced:2011-09  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  smut:sex.toys  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:crossover  fic:genre:PWP  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
september 2011 by turlough
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Guaranteed To Blow Your Mind
REC: After their performance at Reading Frank and Gerard wind down together. This is such a joyful and sweet story I found myself smiling happily while reading it. It's scorchingly hot too of course and I love the warmth and tenderness between them. (2011-09-04)
QUOTE: Gradually, they migrate into the back lounge, people emptying out to other buses and vans until it's just the six of them, still talking about the show, about every moment that made it so fucking special and amazing. They've been going for hours, and they're starting to wind down now, conversation and gestures slowing. Everyone's still *beaming*, though, and Frank knows he's smiling too. Fucking... best show of their lives, man. He's sure no one would disagree.
He's not really paying full attention anymore; he's curled up on Gerard’s lap with his face pressed into Gerard's neck so he's not sure who disappears into the bunks first. Probably Ray or James. He murmurs a goodnight anyway when everyone else does, turning it into a kiss to Gerard's jaw at the last minute. Frank looks up when Pedicone laughs. "Okay, I guess I'm going too. Just remember to Febreze the couch when you're done."
"Fuck you," Frank replies automatically, but without heat. He's relaxed now, floating along on a level where he could just as easily wind down to sleep or wind up to - yeah.
"Love you, bro," Pedicone says easily, dropping a hand on Frank's shoulder and then patting it against Gerard's cheek. "Both of you. All three of you buzzard eggs," he adds, reaching out to muss Mikey's hair.
Then it's just the two of them and Mikey, and Mikey's looking at them with amusement. "I'm impressed you lasted this long with all your clothes on," he says. "I'm going out there and putting my headphones on right now. Just so you know."
Frank pushes himself off of Gerard's lap and launches himself at Mikey. "I'll be extra loud just for you," he teases, tugging on one of Mikey's hoodie strings. Mikey dumps him onto the floor and stands up.
Frank gets his elbows underneath himself and pushes up, giggling the whole time. Mikey rolls his eyes and reaches out to help Frank up off the floor. Frank takes the hand offered to him and uses the momentum to wrap himself around Mikey and squeeze.
"Love you, Mikeyway," Frank says into his shoulder. "Thanks." He means for everything. He trusts Mikey knows that. (3,800 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  activity:performing  relationship:established  smut:fucking  setting:on.tour  geography:UK:England  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  posted:2011-09  recced:2011-09  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  smut:sex.toys  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff  fic:genre:PWP  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  tour:2011.Reading&Leeds 
september 2011 by turlough
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Half Of Something Else
REC: An absolutely lovely AU where MCR never formed, Frank has become Grant's assistant and Gerard his artist. I love the way the relationship building is allowed to take time. Letting us experience the slow growth of Frank's relationships with Grant and with Gerard and finally all three of them together. I particularly liked the way the epilogue showed that their relationship is forever changing. I also love the characterisations. They're such wonderfully rounded and *grownup* people. Endlessly loveable but far from perfect. Wonderful, wonderful story! (2011-08-21)
QUOTE: "Grant Morrison's office, Frank speaking," Frank says into the phone as he leans over Grant to grab a pen. Grant leans back to give him room and can't seem to take his eyes off the scorpion on Frank's neck. Frank places the pen in Grant's hand and Grant forces his eyes to Frank's. Frank sets a stack of papers in front of him, covers the mouthpiece of the phone and whispers, "Sign these."
Frank turns his attention back to the phone, "No. No, Mr. Morrison is not interested in... I don't know where you got your information, but it's wrong. You'll have to send an email about charity-related requests. No, that's *my* policy because it's easier to check that your charity is legit when I have all the pertinent information in front of me. No I'm not trying to be difficult. Mr. Morrison is a busy man and he doesn't need his time wasted with fanboys trying to use a fake charity to get an autograph. Send an email, and I'll look into it and he may donate something."
Grant holds in a chuckle and signs the spots Frank indicated with sticky notes. Frank complains about doing so much internet research all the time, but Grant's favorite moments to surprise Frank are when he's wearing the reading glasses he tends to avoid, grinning faintly as he types away. He'd compared himself to Jason Todd, once; Grant thinks there's a healthy strain of Barbara Gordon hidden away in his compact frame as well.
It's clear to Grant after only a few weeks that Frank doesn't really realize how much more smoothly everything in Grant's life has been going since he started. Of course he wouldn't, because he wasn't there before. Email is being answered in a timely fashion; meetings are being set up without hiccups, and none have had to be rescheduled because Grant wrote down a prior engagement in another spot. It seems simple, but Grant had to do it by himself for months between all the short-lived previous assistants, and it was truly the winter of his discontent.
He's learned, through the whole ordeal, not to take anyone at face value. The last two assistants had been clean-cut young professionals, and they'd lasted no longer than a week or two apiece; somehow despite all their stellar resume items they'd been lacking in some nebulous thing required to do the job. Grant's pretty sure it was the capacity to deal with *him*. Trent's a good friend and Grant hadn't really expected he would send someone totally unfit for the job, but when Frank had walked in the door, wide eyes contrasting with the wild tattoos and the little punk snarl he couldn't quite turn off, he'd had Grant's full attention immediately, although it had been Frank's dismissive little "You need a superhero" that had truly clinched him the job. Grant's pretty sure he's found one. Everyone Grant works with seems to think so too, and Grant doesn't let them forget it; he's always on the phone telling people, "No, you have to talk to Frank, he's the captain of this ship."
Frank always seems to blush every time he hears it, which is disarming in ways Grant finds rather inconvenient, and which he tries to ignore. Grant's friends all comment on how he's much better balanced recently, in a tone which suggests it's some sort of miracle. They're not entirely wrong. Somehow, in the space of a month or two, Frank's got him eating and sleeping on a regular schedule too.
Grant's pretty sure that isn't a normal part of the job description, but then again, what the hell does he know? (58,890 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:art  concept:polyamory  condition:illness  band:My.Chemical.Romance  things:comics  things:Gerard's.platinum.hair  occupation:personal.assistant  occupation:writer  occupation:artist/designer  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  relationship:poly  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  smut:fucking  smut:threesome  smut:double.penetration  setting:convention  con:2006.ComicCon  geography:US:Los.Angeles  geography:UK:Scotland  geography:US:San.Diego  geography:US:New.York  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  pov:Grant.Morrison  posted:2011-08  recced:2011-08  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.50k-100k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:crossover  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Frank/Grant.Morrison(primary) 
august 2011 by turlough
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: untitled OT3 fic (OT3 'verse outtake)
REC: While they're packing Grant finds their Desolation Row leather jackets. Blow jobs happen. Wonderful! (2011-08-14)
QUOTE: They have a pretty solid block of time spent just working under their belt for once, and it's all ruined when Grant makes this *noise*. Frank looks up and he's examining two leather jackets. They're the ones from the Desolation Row shoot and god, the look on Grant's face. Gerard is grinning from ear to ear and grabbing at the one that's his. He slips it on and makes a tough face and Grant chuckles and slings an arm around Gerard's waist and kisses him.
"I don't know how these directors keep managing to make us look tough," Gerard says when Grant pulls back. "People like you just laugh at us when we try to look tough in real life."
Frank snorts. Grant wordlessly holds the jacket out to him, but Frank shrugs a little, "It'll be fucking huge on me, now."
"Please?" Grant asks. Frank sighs and then slips it on. He's right. He's swimming in it and he feels his face scrunch up. As fun as that shoot had been, he'd been pretty miserable for a few months there. For a variety of reasons. (456 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  universe:OT3.verse  universe:Desolation.Row  activity:moving  beings:Grant.Morrison  relationship:established  relationship:poly  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pov:Frank  posted:2011-08  recced:2011-08  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:crossover  fic:genre:PWP  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
august 2011 by turlough
tuesdaysgone: untitled OT3 fic (OT3 'verse outtake)
REC: Gerard always buys presents when he's out shopping by himself. A sweet little glimps of their lives together. (2011-07-31)
QUOTE: "How about you take a break and sit here with me for a while and then we'll both get back to work on unpacking?" Grant kisses the top of Frank's head and gives Mama a scritch behind the ears.
"Mmph, okay." Frank rubs his face on Grant's shoulder
Apparently he's just that tired, because he wakes up when he hears the door open and suddenly Sinatra is licking his face happily. Grant is laughing under him and getting some of Sinatra's slobbering as well.
"Thought you were jus' goin' to get dog food," Frank says with a yawn and a stretch.
"Uh. See. The nearest pet store is a block away from an art store," Gerard admits sheepishly and holds up a couple of bags.
Frank laughs. "Of course. You never want to go get dog food. I should have known you had ulterior motives." (660 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  universe:OT3.verse  activity:moving  activity:shopping  beings:animals.cats  beings:animals.dogs  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:art  relationship:established  relationship:poly  setting:on.break  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pov:Frank  posted:2011-07  recced:2011-07  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:crossover  fic:genre:fluff  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
august 2011 by turlough
tuesdaysgone: Permanent Ink (OT3 'verse outtake)
REC: Grant writes on Gerard. And on Frank. A warm and tender and hot story that takes place after the Planetary Go video shoot. (2011-07-31)
QUOTE: "Lie down," Grant says. "Pull the covers down first." Gerard follows instructions. The sheets are very white, Gerard's skin only somewhat less so. Grant's wearing a black pinstriped suit and when he goes for the top button of the jacket, Frank says quietly, "Leave it on," to Grant, who nods in response.
Frank has already stripped off his own shirt, and the camera is heavy and somewhat cool when he loops the strap around his neck and lets it fall against his chest. He walks around the room turning more lights on while Grant kneels on the mattress beside Gerard. He circles the bed, seeing it all through the shutter, in full technicolor glory whenever he lets the camera drop.
Grant's freckled knuckles wrapped around Gerard's forearm. The black marker tracing a thick, wet "C" over smudged ink.
Grant shifts, and Frank shifts with him. Black sleeve against pale skin, a delicate arabesque bleeding along Gerard's collarbone. Tiny skeletons marching down the cage of Gerard's ribs like the cover of Black Parade. The camera sees it all. Frank sees their faces, Gerard flushed and panting, moaning and squirming when the ink tickles along his side. Grant watching hawklike, possessive of every inch of skin he touches. (1,770 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  universe:OT3.verse  activity:photography  activity:drawing.on.body  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:art  occupation:writer  things:tattoos  relationship:established  relationship:poly  smut:threesome  smut:handjob  tour:2011.World.Contamination  geography:UK:London  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  posted:2011-07  recced:2011-07  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  smut:drawing.on.body  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:crossover  fic:genre:PWP  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary) 
august 2011 by turlough
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Cats, Inevitably (OT3 'verse outtake)
REC: Grant and Frank rescues kittens in Scotland. Just too adorable. (2011-07-31)
QUOTE: He gets maybe twenty yards down the hedgerow, where it intersects with a stone wall, and then he finally hears the noise - a surprisingly strong mew. He ducks under the hedge. In a crumbled section of the wall, there's one more kitten - just one - about the same size, but black this time, squalling weakly but still sounding pissed. Frank breathes out. He reaches for the tiny ball of fur, and the kitten wriggles but since it can't really walk, it doesn't do much to resist him picking it up. He wraps it in the sweatshirt and cradles it against his chest, hurrying back towards the road.
Picking up the mama cat is harder, but Frank grits his teeth and wraps her in the burlap. He hurries back toward the house, gently depositing the burlap bundle by the shed and hurrying through the garden. Grant's already standing at the back door, and he hands over the sweatshirt bundle gently. "Just one," he pants, "but he seems okay - I don't know - I just -" (1,810 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  universe:OT3.verse  activity:rescue  beings:animals.cats  beings:Grant.Morrison  relationship:established  relationship:poly  setting:on.break  geography:UK:Scotland  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pov:Frank  pov:Grant.Morrison  posted:2011-07  recced:2011-07  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:crossover  fic:genre:fluff  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
august 2011 by turlough
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: But It's Harder To Feel This Way (OT3 'verse outtake)
REC: What Grant experienced when Frank told him he loved him over the phone. So lovely and just like I imagined it. (2011-07-31)
QUOTE: "If this is all just to tell me you hate my hair at four in the morning, you're lucky I love you." Grant breathes in, suddenly frozen, phone clenched tight in his hand. "Grant, I -" Frank continues, then stops.
"Frank?" There's nothing but silence on the other end of the line now, silence and a crackling hiss of cellular disturbance. "Frank!" He can't be gone, not now. He just can't.
"I gotta go, fuck. I'm gonna wake everyone - Grant -"
"Frank." He's not gone, but he's going, and he's not saying it again. Grant's sitting bolt upright in bed now, as if he could reach out and physically grab onto Frank and stop him.
"Goodnight," the phone whispers at him, and then the call really is dead, and Grant lets his phone hand fall into his lap, staring at it in dismay. (1,070 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  universe:OT3.verse  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:polyamory  relationship:established  relationship:poly  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pov:Grant.Morrison  posted:2011-07  recced:2011-07  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:crossover  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
august 2011 by turlough
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Thank You For the Coffee
REC: Grant is arranging a suprise for Gerard at Comic-Con. This was absolutely delightful. I love Grant being so careful with the coffee and Gerard's tiredness transforming into delight and happiness. (2011-07-10)
QUOTE: Gerard looks up at the sound of the door closing. Grant was right; he does look tired, slight smudges under his eyes. He looks, in fact, like he'd prefer to still be wearing his sunglasses, perhaps napping on one of the couches, but he smiles instantly, brightly, when he sees Grant. "Grant, you made it!"
"Did you think I'd stand you up? Never. I was out on the floor getting you this." Grant holds up the cup for Gerard to see. Gerard cycles through several facial expressions in a matter of seconds: surprise, gratitude, a little bashfulness, and settles on a full, beaming grin.
Grant suddenly feels the smallest bit self-conscious, but he ignores it and hands Gerard the cup. "Yes, really."
Gerard comes closer, goes up on the balls of his feet and kisses Grant on the cheek then puts the cup down on a nearby table and wraps Grant up in a hug.
"I don't get to see you enough," he says into Grant's ear. (931 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/220403 )
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  beings:Grant.Morrison  occupation:writer  relationship:established  setting:convention  con:2008.ComicCon  geography:US:San.Diego  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Grant.Morrison  challenge:2011.Bandom.Kissing.Meme  posted:2011-07  recced:2011-07  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:crossover  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary) 
july 2011 by turlough
tuesdaysgone: untitled kissing fic
REC: Frank does not remember. A twisted and fascinating and heartbreaking little snippet from the Killjoys universe. THIS HAS BEEN INCORPORATED INTO HER 'THE ONLY HOPE FOR ME IS YOU'. (2011-07-10)
QUOTE: "Ghoul!" Gerard gasps, the word torn from his throat like it wasn't just a malicious little suggestion. Frank doesn't respond, just continues to look from Korse to Gerard with confusion and vague unease. And Korse smiles again. (182 words)
author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  concept:brainwashing  condition:amnesia  occupation:exterminator  occupation:rebel  occupation:office.worker  relationship:established  geography:myth:Battery.City  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Korse(past)  pairing:Frank/Korse(secondary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2011.Bandom.Kissing.Meme  posted:2011-07  recced:2011-07  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fandom:Comics.RPS  beings:Grant.Morrison  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:AU  universe:Danger.Days 
july 2011 by turlough
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Hold On Tight and Don't Look Back (OT3 'verse 8)
REC: Frank and Gerard and Grant continues to feel their way into their new relationship. And have lots of hot sex too. The last story in the OT3 'verse. I have so much love for this universe. It's so warm and lowkey and sensual and it's such a joy to get to see grownup people working their way into a relationship. This story is a wonderful happy ending and I particularly loved the Grant characterisation. (2011-07-03)
QUOTE: "So?" Frank asks. Johnny wanders in and rubs up against Frank's legs before hopping in his lap. Frank pets him absently, eyes fixed on Gerard.
"I don't know, he's focused and twitchy and I'm surprised he's eating at all, but clearly he's at least eating toast. He said to make ourselves at home. It's hard to read him. I can't tell if we'd bother him if we went in there with him, or what." Gerard sighs and runs a hand through his hair. He tucks his feet under Frank's thigh and reaches out to let Johnny sniff his fingers. "I just have no idea how he works or what he needs from us and I wish I did."
"The way I see it," Frank says, wrapping his free hand around Gerard's ankle and squeezing, "he asked us to be here, so he's expecting at least some kind of distraction every once in a while. If we bother him, he can ask us to stop."
"Yeah." Gerard sighs again.
They sit like that until the coffee is gone. Johnny even lets Gerard pet him a little bit before they're through. There are a few more hours until practice and Frank disappears toward the bedrooms. Gerard follows quietly a few moments later.
"Hey," he hears from Grant's office.
"Frank. Good morning, darling." Grant sounds distracted, but also genuinely happy to see Frank.
There's the quiet sound of a kiss and then Frank asks, "D'you mind if I sit here and read?"
"Not at all," Grant answers and Gerard hears Frank settle down somewhere. Then the only further sounds he hears are the sound of the keyboard and the periodic turning of pages from Frank.
Gerard goes back out to the dining room, where he can set up his laptop on the glass table. He has his own scripts to work on. And he does, getting so immersed that hours pass, and only the sound of clinking silverware from the kitchen rouses him. He looks up; it's Frank making sandwiches. Frank sees him looking and gestures to the food. Gerard nods. Frank brings him one of the plates and then disappears down the hall, reappearing several minutes later without the other plate but also without Grant.
"He wouldn't take a break," Frank says as he sits down with his own food. "He's been typing ever since I've been in there. He's got like eight books open on the desk. I didn't ask."
Gerard hums. "Maybe later he will," he offers, peeling a strip of crust off his bread and chewing on it. Frank just gives him a look that says, We'll see.
When it's time to leave for practice, Gerard ducks into the bedroom to look for his phone charger, and Frank goes back into the office. When he peeks in the door, Grant is tugging Frank into his lap, and Frank is straddling his hips and leaning in for a kiss. "Is that office-appropriate behavior?" Gerard teases from the doorway.
"Aren't I lucky to not work a proper office job?" Grant counters. (29,840 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/217846 )
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  universe:OT3.verse  activity:drug.use  beings:animals.dogs  beings:animals.cats  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:art  concept:polyamory  occupation:writer  things:comics  holiday:New.Years  relationship:established  relationship:poly  relationship:marriage  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  smut:fucking  smut:bondage  smut:shower.sex  smut:threesome  setting:on.break  setting:on.tour  tour:2011.World.Contamination  geography:US:Los.Angeles  geography:Asia:Japan  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  pov:Frank  pov:Grant.Morrison  posted:2011-07  recced:2011-07  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.20k-50k  smut:sex.toys  smut:blindfold  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:crossover  fic:genre:fluff  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary) 
july 2011 by turlough
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: You Only Live Forever In the Lights You Make (OT3 'verse Masterlist)
REC: An album, a video shoot, an overdue encounter. None of them could have imagined what would happen next. The story of three people, three seasons, three continents, and how things begin. I love what the writers are doing with this relationship. The first story is pretty much a PWP but you can already see hints of the relationship dynamics that the later stories will explore. It's wonderful to get to see grownup people working their way into a relationship. The established pairing between Frank and Gerard being opened up to Grant and slowly becoming a true three-way relationship. Getting to follow the slow growth of emotional as well as physical intimacy between the three of them and the way it interacts with their various insecurities, is absolutely fascinating. (2011-06-18)
INFO: Masterlist of the OT3verse. 8 stories with a total of 110,800 words, 1 prequel of 8,060 words, 1 art by reflectedeve. The list on AO3 also includes various short outtakes. Finished.
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/series/7658 )
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  universe:OT3.verse  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:polyamory  band:My.Chemical.Romance  !meta:masterlist  +length:epic.100k-  !meta:rec:fic  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
june 2011 by turlough
tuesdaysgone: Bulletproof Heart (Hold Your Heart 'verse 2)
REC: Gerard in the desert, from the flight from Battery City to the showdown with Korse at the end of Na Na Na. The wonderful sequel to 'The Kids From Yesterday'. I absolutely love the way this story weaves together the backstory from Kids with the videos and the rest of canon, and the whole complicated society tuesdaysgone has created out in the desert. The hints we're given of Frank's history are heartbreaking and fascinating and the way his and Gerard's relationship slowly evolves feels so plausible and right. I can't wait to see where she takes this story in part three. (2011-06-05)
QUOTE: "I have no idea how to use this," Gerard said.
"You'll learn," Show Pony said wryly. "I hope. You're too pretty to be dusted so soon." He shook himself a little. "Okay - survival kits. Guns. Rebreathers." He reached into a box next to him on the counter and pulled out several funny little contraptions, like the mouth parts of a gas mask. When Gerard said that out loud, he nodded. "That's what they started out as. You find yourself a friend who likes to tinker with things, you can build yourself a nice little helmet, mask, whatever you please, but this'll keep the nasty stuff at bay. Keep it close."
"What kind of nasty stuff are we talking about?" It was the brother asking.
"You name it, we got it," Show Pony answered. "Rule two-and-a-half: get a map of the zones, learn it, live it, love it. Some zones are never safe. Most have areas that get nasty, depending on the weather. That doesn't count the surveillance drones, the drac patrols, and the poison gas our friends the SCARECROWs like to surprise us with." Gerard, who'd been idly tapping a finger against the grip of his new ray gun, startled at the mention of SCARECROW. "You know the SCARECROWs?" Show Pony's eyes were keen, curious. Gerard hadn't thought about the way it would look, driving a sports car into the zones. He'd just been thinking about power, about speed, and the keys had been right there. Well. Better they think him a thief than... the alternative.
"Let's just say they know me," Gerard replied.
"Let's not talk about it right now," Mikey said tensely.
"Fair enough," Show Pony said. "There's only one more rule, anyway, and it's the most important one: find somebody you can trust to have your back, and make sure you've got theirs."
"I thought the runners were all on the same side," Gerard said quietly.
Show Pony laughed. "The zones have more sides than a stop sign. That's the reason for rule number three."
"And this is supposed to be better than the Battery? At least there it's all laid out in black and white."
"What's life without a little color?" Show Pony pushed himself off the counter and started rummaging in the cabinets underneath. He pulled out a handful of tin cans and stacked them on the table. "Dinnertime, tumbleweeds. Then bedtime. The waves are too quiet at night. We'll try to get in touch with the rest of your group tomorrow."
Gerard twitched again at the mention of the radio waves, camouflaging it by reaching for a can of beans and popping the top. He ate methodically, without tasting a bite, and thought it over. Show Pony had mentioned a Doc; did he mean the DJ, Dr. Death Defying? Did they have a transmissions set somewhere around here? He wasn't sure what kind of channels he'd be able to pick up all the way out here, or if he'd be able to decode them without his console, but there was a good chance someone had woken Korse up by now, and the very last thing he could do with that on his mind was - (32,990 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/208511 )
author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  activity:bartering  activity:gun.fights  activity:rescue  activity:salvage  activity:car.chase  beings:draculoids  beings:kids  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:apocalypse  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  concept:art  concept:politics  concept:violence  things:Gerard's.red.hair  things:Trans.Am  things:motorbike  occupation:crypto.analyst  occupation:rebel  relationship:brothers  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:fucking  smut:blowjob  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Mikey/Ray(secondary)  pairing:Dr.Death.Defying/Show.Pony(secondary)  pairing:Gerard/Korse(past)  pov:Gerard  posted:2011-06  recced:2011-06  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.20k-50k  universe:Hold.Your.Heart.verse  activity:sabotage  things:storm  fandom:Comics.RPS  beings:Grant.Morrison  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  universe:Danger.Days 
june 2011 by turlough
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Sing It From the Heart (OT3 'verse 7)
REC: The relationship of Frank, Gerard, and Grant continues to evolve. The newest story in the OT3 'verse. I love this universe so much! I love the way we're getting to follow the slow growth of their relationship - the ups and the downs, the good and the bad. I could happily go on reading this forever. (2011-04-10)
QUOTE: Later, after Frank's eaten his fill of whole-grain pasta and listened to Grant explain something about quantum theory and magic, it still feels normal. It's Grant that makes it all feel normal, because it's all normal for him to discuss physics over dinner, share a bottle of 18-year single-malt on the deck overlooking the canyon and talk about the Justice League, and then go to bed with two guys practically half his age. Or, well. With them. There had better not be any other guys half Grant's age hanging around his bedroom, Frank thinks jealously and then chuckles to himself; apparently it's really good whiskey, because that was not a 100% sober thought. Grant shoots him an inquiring look. Frank shrugs. "Just a random thought," he says.
"What's the rule, Frankie?" Gerard chides him teasingly. "You're not allowed to have those and not share."
"That rule was for *you*, Gerard," Frank shoots back. "Platinum-white hair ringing a bell?"
"Bookworm tattoo," Gerard reminds him.
"I'm sorry, how long did it take you to notice that? And you like it."
"You have a lot of tattoos! And it's not like you put your fingers together and said 'Look at my bookworm tattoo, Gerard.' I thought they were just symbols. Also, I like you."
"You'd better."
Grant laughs. "Is this likely to go on longer?"
"Sorry, Grant," Frank says, "our rock star lifestyle is mostly racking up frequent flier miles and bickering." He shuffles closer to Grant and tips his head against Grant's arm.
"Random thought," Grant reminds him.
"Oh! It was nothing, really, just - imagining what I'd do to the other guys hanging around your bedroom door."
Grant laughs, sounding startled. "There's no one hanging round my bedroom door, Frank."
"Good," Frank says, nuzzling closer. "Because I'm a little drunk, and Gerard's really no good in a fight."
"Gerard," Frank hears Grant say over his head, "did Frank just threaten to duel for my favor?"
"It sounded that way, yes," Gerard replies. Frank knows what Gerard sounds like when he's choking back laughter, and he flips him off without looking in that direction. (28,750 words)
(also at http://fleurdeliser.livejournal.com/165064.html & http://archiveofourown.org/works/186924 )
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  universe:OT3.verse  activity:performing  beings:Grant.Morrison  beings:animals.dogs  beings:animals.cats  things:fur.coat  concept:polyamory  occupation:writer  things:comics  relationship:established  relationship:poly  relationship:friendship  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  smut:threesome  smut:frottage  smut:shower.sex  smut:handjob  smut:voyeurism  setting:on.break  setting:on.tour  tour:2010.Radio.Christmas.Shows  geography:US:Los.Angeles  geography:US:New.York  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  posted:2011-04  recced:2011-04  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.20k-50k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:crossover  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
april 2011 by turlough
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: You've Got To See What Tomorrow Brings (Sing It For the Boys Remix) (OT3 'verse 2)
REC: What happened in 'Sing It...' from Gerard's point of view. I've been craving more Gerard pov in this universe and this is just perfect. All the love Gerard has for Frank and how much he feels for Grant and how much he hopes it won't be a one-time thing - it all makes me want to squish him! (2011-02-27)
QUOTE: It's slow and devastating, and he's so fucking gone it's not funny. This is not a first kiss. This is Gerard, silently offering Grant everything he has, anything he wants, before he remembers.
Frank reminds him, with the soft click of a lock and the deliberate clearing of his throat. It's not about him, it's about them. They haven't invited anyone to join them in a long time, though, and it's been even longer since it was someone Gerard cared about. And he cares about this, so desperately, and he's fucking up already by not fucking waiting. He bites his lip; this is Frank's decision. Gerard gave up his right to decide a long time ago, but he's not above begging Frank with his eyes.
He sneaks a look at Grant, who's pulled away - Gerard will admit he let out a little whine when that happened - and is now wearing a careful, challenging little smirk. Frank is teasing, licking his lips and throwing a little swagger into his step as he comes closer. Gerard's lips part; Frank will kiss him, he'll be forgiven for jumping the gun, and -
Frank sidesteps him and stretches to kiss Grant. His tattooed hand against the wool and ruffles of Grant's chest is obscenely gorgeous, and so is Grant's hand wrapped around the nape of Frank's neck, and Gerard knows his mouth is hanging open but he does not care. Frank's got a little grin playing around his mouth as he turns to Gerard, which turns to a frown as Gerard stops him with a gentle shove back. "What the fuck?" he says.
"The costumes," Gerard rushes to say. "I mean, what's a little dirt, right, but if they get ripped Colleen will murder me, and Grant -" He waves a hand. "He can't get that costume dirty - not that I think that -" He cuts himself off, knowing he's babbling in a completely revealing manner, and pulls his own jacket off, turning to hang it on the garment rack with the rest of the costume pieces. He can feel his face turning a little red. (5,110 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/186930 )
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  universe:OT3.verse  activity:film.making  beings:Grant.Morrison  relationship:established  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:rimming  smut:fucking  smut:threesome  time:Danger.Days.promo  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pov:Gerard  posted:2011-02  recced:2011-02  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.5k-10k  fic:category:slash  fic:form:remix  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:crossover  fic:genre:PWP  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
february 2011 by turlough
tuesdaysgone: Lives Become Incredible (OT3 'verse 6)
REC: Grant is having a pint with an old friend. A short interlude set between part 1 & 2 of 'Hide Your Eyes...'. This is so warm and happymaking and it's wonderful to get a glimpse of what Grant is thinking of their relationship. (2011-02-13)
QUOTE: "And what sort of socializing was this? Is young Mr. Way still with Other-Frank?" Vince asks curiously, sounding for all the world like a nosy granny. "I thought they were -"
"They are," Grant says simply. "Still. Always."
"Grant -" Vince sounds a little pained. He won't say more, never has. Won't tell Grant to get over it; he's a good friend but not that sort, and Grant appreciates the effort. He knows he's not an easy person to befriend. He's hard to talk to, sometimes intentionally; he's a workaholic, he reads too much and writes even more, sleeps too little and even among friends it's easier to wear one of his personas, even these days when they're more ill-tailored than not.
As he sits quietly, and sips his pint, and smiles faintly, Vince's eyes narrow and his expression changes. "You didn't - Grant. You fucked him, didn't you? I know that smug expression."
Is it - well, maybe it *is* a little smug. "Not... exactly," Grant prevaricates, finding this conversation more entertaining as he gets closer to the bottom of his pint, as Vince gets a bit more agitated. (1,190 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/186919 )
author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  universe:OT3.verse  activity:drinking  beings:Grant.Morrison  things:memories  concept:polyamory  occupation:writer  relationship:established  relationship:poly  setting:bar/club  geography:UK:Scotland  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pov:Grant.Morrison  posted:2011-02  recced:2011-02  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:crossover  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
february 2011 by turlough
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Hide Your Eyes We're Gonna Shine Tonight (OT3 'verse 5)
REC: The day after in London and a couple of weeks later in LA. The sequel to 'If My Velocity ...'. This is so warm and full of love and the interplay between the three of them is just lovely. Absolutely wonderful story. (2011-02-06)
QUOTE: When Grant arrives at the restaurant that night, a few minutes after them, Gerard has to grab Frank's hand. Because otherwise there is just no fucking way he could stop himself from giving everyone in the room a show. Frank's little intake of breath at the sight of Grant is enough to tell Gerard that Frank knows exactly how he feels. It's just - he looks so fucking good. He's in one of his suits and has on this bright, bold tie that Gerard wants to grab hold of and use to pull Grant to him. Or maybe watch Frank do it, watch Frank do what he said he wanted when he was on the phone to Grant on his birthday.
"That's fucking cheating," Frank whispers in his ear. Grant catches his eye and yes, that is definitely a smirk. He knows exactly what he's doing to them.
"Since when do either of us play fair?" Gerard whispers back, then pulls Frank in for a kiss. It isn't until he feels the hand curling around the curve of his ass and pulling him close that he sees the flaw in this plan. He should know better than to even suggest the word "competition" to Frank. At least not in public. Gerard's not - well, god knows he's a bit of an exhibitionist on stage, but that's on stage, not in a swanky restaurant in Soho. With Ray, James, Pedicone, and his brother and sister-in-law three feet away. Okay, so that part's not much different, but still. It's gonna be an interesting evening.
Their table isn't ready yet and they're all waiting in the noisy bar, which ups the stakes considerably, because it means that Grant can set a hand on his shoulder, lean close under the guise of conversation. "How was your day?" he asks. It's such an innocent question, but the tone... Gerard can't help the shiver that goes down his spine.
"It was long and I'd have rather just stayed in bed, but it was good." Gerard tilts his head and widens his eyes.
Grant smirks at him and turns to Frank. "And how are you feeling?"
"Like I'm ready to make the most of our last real night in London," Frank answers. And licks his lips. Gerard pretty much has to kiss him again. And with Grant this close, he hears the little whoosh of breath Grant expels at the sight of them.
"What've you been up to without me to bother you all day?" Frank asks.
"Wishing you were there to bother me, actually," Grant answers with a pointed look. Frank has the good grace to look abashed and Gerard squeezes his hand. "But since that wasn't possible, I went down to my favorite pub, found a nice spot in the corner and wrote for most of the day."
"The same thing you were writing yesterday?" Frank asks.
"Yes, that. I made quite a bit of progress. Apparently I was inspired." Grant's lips quirk into a smirk again. (17,820 words)
(also at http://tuesdaysgone.dreamwidth.org/7385.html & http://archiveofourown.org/works/186915 )
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  universe:OT3.verse  beings:Grant.Morrison  beings:animals.dogs  holiday:Thanksgiving  concept:polyamory  occupation:writer  relationship:established  relationship:poly  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  smut:rimming  smut:handjob  smut:threesome  setting:on.tour  setting:on.break  tour:2010.World.Contamination  geography:UK:London  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pairing:Bert/Gerard(past)  pov:Gerard  pov:Frank  posted:2011-01  recced:2011-02  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.10k-20k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:crossover  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
february 2011 by turlough
tuesdaysgone: The Kids From Yesterday (Hold Your Heart 'verse 1)
REC: Gerard's life in Battery City, from drunken mess to model employee to rebel, a Killjoys origin story. The first, stand-alone, part of a projected three. This is such a fantastic story I lack words to express it. I couldn't put it out of my mind for days after I'd finished reading it. I have a strong feeling this is going to become *the* origin story for me. It's created a big and sprawling Battery City, full of life and still evolving and changing. It's managed to humanise Korse to the extent that I actually ended up feeling sorry for this enigmatic, terrifying man. He sees the potential in Gerard and he cares deeply about him. His and Gerard's relationship is intense and complicated and ultimately doomed, but I still found myself wishing that a happy ending would be possible for them. The Gerard of this story is one of the most fascinating Gerard's I've ever read. His developmental arc is completely believable. The way he relates to Mikey, how he's both aware and not what the treatment has done to him, the way he tries to fill the void of emotional feelings with physical sensations, how he reacts when he finds out the truth, it's all so terribly right and plausible and completely heartbreaking. There isn't a false note or a jarring detail anywhere in this story. It's a must read for anyone with even the faintest interest in the Killjoys universe. (2011-01-23)
QUOTE: "Hello, Mr. Way," he said. Gerard bit the inside of his lip and sat down in one of the chairs. Mr. Anderson continued, "Are you familiar with any of this equipment?"
Gerard scanned the array of instrumentation in front of him. "Yeah, um, not really any of it," he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. Mr. Anderson - shit, he couldn't call someone his own age Mister. Did this division have an aversion to first names? - just looked mildly concerned, pulled a chair closer, and started explaining. Gerard listened intently, Mr. Anderson's voice fading into the intermittent drone of static from several sets of speakers. "Does it make sense?" he asked Gerard after a while, a dark-eyed glance of gentle interest.
"I think so," Gerard mused. He did. The operation wasn't the hard part. Mr. Anderson had rolled his chair aside to let Gerard take the controls, and Gerard flexed his fingers over the keyboard a few times like a - like a piano. He frowned; that was a thought he hadn't had in a long time. Keyboards. Fret boards. Hammers and strings.
Music. He stared for a moment into the flickering tubes of one of the television monitors, the BLI logo flashing erratically in the center of the white screen. He'd almost tuned out the feedback; now he found himself hearing the wavering pitch, humming under his breath - a third, a fifth. Octave. Minor seventh. A half-forgotten language. More than half.
A chair squeaked. Mr. Anderson was leaning back, looking at him with a frown. "Sorry," Gerard breathed. "I was just thinking. I think I can -"
"Are you ready for the test? I'll call Mr. Baum."
Gerard stared at the screens, licked his lips. "Yes. Yes." He nodded a few times. He could do this.
Mr. Anderson handed him a large pair of headphones. "You'll want these. I'll tell Mr. Baum I'm setting up the testing module for you." He disappeared out the door.
"Nice to meet you too," Gerard mumbled under his breath. He reached up and loosened his tie a bit, rolled up his shirt sleeves.
Mr. Baum's voice crackled from a hidden intercom. "You'll have two hours from this point, Mr. Way. We'll measure your success at the end of that two hour period. You will not get any breaks. Ready to go, on your mark."
Gerard ran his hands across the edge of the desk, adjusted his headphones and nodded once more. "Ready!"
The monitors, speakers, and text screens flickered to life all at once, a roaring cacophony of competing sounds. Gerard took a deep breath and reached for the controls.
He was humming under his breath again.
Two hours later, when the screens went black, he had a stack of handwritten notes and half a dozen audio and visual clips queued on the main control module. He rolled away from the desk and stumbled toward the door, shoring himself up on the door frame and punching the intercom button. "Mr. Baum?" he called out.
"Tabulating results now," the intercom crackled. Gerard went back and spun the chair around, sitting back down and staring at the door. It took a little while, but finally Mr. Baum appeared. "Congratulations, Mr. Way," he said. "Your results are perfectly satisfactory. We’ll start you out in an entry-level analyst position." He didn’t ask if Gerard was interested. It didn’t appear to matter. (27,190 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/187263 )
author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  activity:detoxing  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  activity:hacking  activity:therapy  beings:draculoids  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:apocalypse  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  concept:addiction  concept:brainwashing  concept:music  concept:politics  concept:violence  condition:PTSD  condition:mental.illness  condition:amnesia  condition:insomnia  occupation:crypto.analyst  occupation:exterminator  occupation:rebel  relationship:brothers  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  setting:office  setting:bar/club  setting:mansion/palace  geography:myth:Battery.City  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  posted:2011-01  recced:2011-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.20k-50k  concept:medication  universe:Hold.Your.Heart.verse  activity:sabotage  fandom:Comics.RPS  beings:Grant.Morrison  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Gerard/Korse(primary)  pairing:Mikey/Ray(secondary)  u 
january 2011 by turlough
tuesdaysgone: Breathe On Your Neck, Make Knots With Our Fingers (OT3 'verse prequel 1)
REC: A wonderful story about the breakup of Pencey and the beginning of MCR. The Frank characterisation is awesome. His restlessnes and frustration and envy of MCR and the way he's starting to realise how gone he is on Gerard, it all feels so true. His and Gerard's awkward flirting is adorable and the sex wonderfully hot. (This is also a prequel to the OT3verse stories.) (2011-01-16)
QUOTE: Afterwards, in the chaos of the loading zone, he finally runs into Gerard. Not literally, although it's a fucking close call. Gerard's in all black, it's dark, and Frank's carrying a fucking amp, for chrissakes. Which he does not drop, thank you very much. He does shove it unceremoniously into the back of the Graveyard van and hurry back to grab Gerard's arm. Gerard beams. "Frankie!" he says. "You were awesome!" He goes to give Frank a hug and is momentarily confused by the tangle of cords in his arms. "Oh," he says, deflated. Frank rolls his eyes and gives him a little shove in the direction of My Chem's van. Gerard drops the cords in the back and turns back to Frank, flinging an arm around his shoulders. "I sent you a beer, Frank!" he says expansively. "Did you get your beer, Frank?"
"From Toro?" Frank asks. Gerard's at least half-drunk, and Frank's sorta blazed now - Shaun is *totally forgiven* - and this conversation is going fucking downhill.
"He was supposed to tell you it was from me." Gerard sounds disappointed now, and Frank's heart thuds painfully, once, against his ribs.
"I got your drawing, though." Frank leans in, drops his voice, eyes widening a little to watch Gerard's face.
"Yeah?" Gerard sounds pleased, a little breathless.
"Yeah, I - what the *fuck*, dude?" he interrupts himself, turning around. Hambone has just walked by and smacked him on the back of the head, hard.
"You forgot to fill up the van, cocksucker, and now it's doing that fucking thing with the starter again." Shit. Yeah he did. He'd been reading the fucking Invisibles all afternoon. He turns back to Gerard.
"I gotta -"
"Go," Gerard says, smiling his weirdly sweet little smile. "I'll see you this weekend. Maybe I'll buy you another."
Ten minutes later, when he's up to his elbows in the mysterious innards of the van's engine compartment, he's still wondering if that was flirting. Again. (8,060 words)
(also at http://tuesdaysgone.dreamwidth.org/6387.html & http://archiveofourown.org/works/187240 )
author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  universe:OT3.verse  activity:performing  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  things:comics  occupation:shop.assistant  occupation:student.college  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  smut:fucking  setting:shop  setting:bar/club  location:Way.basement  time:early.days  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Pencey.Prep  pov:Frank  challenge:2011.No.Tags  posted:2011-01  recced:2011-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.5k-10k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
january 2011 by turlough
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: If My Velocity Starts To Make You Sweat (OT3 'verse 4)
REC: Frank and Gerard and Grant Morrison on the phone and in London. The fabulous sequel to 'Sing It...' & 'The Devil's...'. I absolutely love what their doing with this relationship. The slow growth of emotional and not only physical intimacy between them and the way Frank's insecurities and the way he sees Gerard and Grant interacts with that, is absolutely fascinating. I want to read all the fic in the world about the continued development of their relationship. And of their sex life too of course, because it's scorchingly hot! (2011-01-09)
QUOTE: Frank hasn't been unhappy in the last few months by any means, but playing shows is like a whole other plane of existence and he'd missed it so much. He nudges Mikey back and grins at him before standing up. "Okay. Time to go wake the dragon. Pray I return."
When Frank crawls in the bunk with Gerard, he finds it's less waking a dragon and more coming face-to-face with a sleepy puppy. "Hey," he whispers.
"Hi." Gerard sounds a little croaky, but not too bad.
"How're you feeling?" Frank asks.
"Tired, but could be worse. I need coffee."
"Mikey told me a few minutes ago that the driver said we're about half an hour out. So if you can hold out, we can get real Parisian coffee," Frank says. And wow, that sounds fucking good right now.
"What'd you do while I was sleeping?" Gerard asks.
"Finished my book. We need to find a book store that sells books in English, because I need a new one," and after a moment's hesitation Frank adds, "and I called Grant again."
"Mmmm," Gerard hums, stretching. "I bet he was glad."
"I guess," Frank says.
"Don't do that," Gerard replies instantly, once again echoing Grant without realizing.
Because it's Gerard, Frank can't really stop himself from spitting out some of the words he'd held back earlier. "Do what? It's just the truth. I'm not, I can't be -"
"Frank." Now Gerard is sounding cranky, and, typically, is seeing right through Frank's bullshit. "Grant liked you a lot before. You think he's going to like you less now?" He raises his eyebrows.
Gerard rolls back over and buries his face in the pillow. "Fine. Be an idiot. I can't actually stop you," he says, muffled. The last word comes out with a spasm of coughs and Frank sits up, rubs Gerard's back till he's quiet. Gerard sighs and curls a hand around Frank's knee, so Frank sits where he is until the bus stops. (14,820 words)
(also at http://tuesdaysgone.dreamwidth.org/7118.html & http://archiveofourown.org/works/186912 )
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  universe:OT3.verse  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:art  concept:polyamory  occupation:writer  things:comics  condition:illness  relationship:established  relationship:poly  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  smut:phone.sex  setting:on.tour  tour:2010.World.Contamination  geography:Europe:Germany  geography:Europe:France  geography:UK:London  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  posted:2011-01  recced:2011-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.10k-20k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:crossover  activity:cuddling  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
january 2011 by turlough
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: The Devil's Got Your Number Tonight (OT3 'verse 3)
REC: Frank and Gerard meet Grant again in Edinburgh. A wonderful sequel to 'Sing It...' It's scorchingly hot and the way the relationship between the three of them is changing is so interesting. (2010-12-26)
QUOTE: Grant rubs a thumb lightly over Gerard's lipsticked mouth, "We can't waste this just yet." He puts his hands on Gerard's hips and moves his mouth to Gerard's neck. He goes straight to Gerard's sensitive spots and Gerard moans, tipping his head back. Grant moves his hands under the skirt and pulls Gerard's hips flush against his own. "So hard already," he says. "You love this, don't you?"
Of course Gerard loves this, dressing up and painting himself, wearing his own creation. Frank thinks it's a little bit of a control thing, like Frank's tattoos, like the words Gerard likes to write on his skin. It's a little extra distance, that's all; he's not less himself, he's more himself, and Frank knows Grant understands that. Thinks maybe that's why this is happening now.
Then he hears his own name. "Look at Frank," Grant's saying to Gerard. "Look at him watching you."
"Us," Gerard corrects. "He's watching both of us." He is, of course, even though there is a distressing amount of clothing on both of them. "The sudden patience is unlike you, though," Gerard says, addressing Frank directly this time.
"I'm admiring the view," he says, echoing Grant deliberately, trying for a bit of the burr. "The view needs less clothing."
Gerard tugs out of Grant's arms, comes over to crawl up the mattress and hover over Frank. "Then make yourself useful," he teases. Frank sits up underneath him, forcing Gerard to lean back and settle himself onto Frank's lap, and he steadies Gerard's hips before moving his hands to the buttons of the blazer.
"Gonna undo your hard work," he grins. "You okay with that?" He gets the last button open, pushes the jacket off Gerard's shoulders. It hits the floor with a soft thump. The shirt underneath is some sort of drapey, silky thing, and Frank spreads a hand across Gerard's chest, rubbing the fabric back and forth across Gerard's nipples, sticking a hand underneath to pet at his stomach and push the fabric over his head.
Gerard sucks in a breath when he re-emerges, hair going every which way. "I don't know," he drawls. "Is someone going to fuck me at the end of it?"
Frank hums, running a knuckle up and down Gerard's sternum. "Mmm. I bet we could get a volunteer," he deadpans, looking over Gerard's shoulder at Grant. "Isn't that right?" Grant steps up behind Gerard, running his palms up Gerard's back, and Frank feels Gerard shiver. "The less clothing thing applies to you too," he says, catching Grant's eye, and Grant reaches obligingly for his buttons, shedding his shirt and jacket while Frank wraps his own hands around Gerard's biceps and pushes him off his lap and off the bed. (8,730 words)
(also at http://tuesdaysgone.dreamwidth.org/6086.html & http://archiveofourown.org/works/186904 )
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  universe:OT3.verse  activity:shopping  activity:performing  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:polyamory  relationship:established  relationship:friendship  relationship:poly  smut:blowjob  smut:finger.fucking  smut:handjob  smut:fucking  smut:threesome  setting:on.tour  tour:2010.World.Contamination  geography:UK:London  geography:UK:Scotland  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pov:Frank  posted:2010-12  recced:2010-12  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.5k-10k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:crossover  fic:genre:PWP  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
december 2010 by turlough
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Sing It For The Boys (OT3 'verse 1)
REC: Frank and Gerard and Grant Morrison after shooting the video for SING. A wonderful PWP. It's so hot and I love the dynamic between the three of them. (2010-12-19)
QUOTE: "See you tomorrow, man!" Ray claps him on the shoulder and heads toward the parking lot. They've been shooting SING all night and Frank's so fucking tired he's loopy. He's pretty sure he tried to do dust angels on the pavement outside at one point. The point is, he's not even sure what's going on around him anymore. Tomorrow, and the rehearsals and everything else that will come with it, seems like a million years away. His mind is a whirl of ray guns and running around pretending to fire them. And standing back and watching while Grant and Gerard got their close-ups for the dramatic death scene.
Frank has eyes, okay, and he's not so tired he hasn't noticed these *looks* passing between Gerard and Grant. He's not sure how everyone hasn't noticed, actually. For about ten seconds he's just jealous. And then he takes another ten seconds to review everything he knows about Gerard, and about Grant, and he's not surprised at all. Gerard is looking unfairly beautiful right now, carrying himself like a gunslinger, red hair like a flag, but then again, Frank's never surprised when people want Gerard. Usually, though, he ignores it, but this is Grant, and he's a friend, and... well, those looks weren't one-sided. He thinks to himself, 'dude, you can work with this'. He's got to.
"Man, you may as well just go home now," Jon says walking up, nodding toward where Gerard and Grant are still chatting. "At this rate, they'll be at it for hours."
Frank laughs and rolls his eyes. "Hey, thanks for coming out, man. And for all your help on this." He slings an arm around Jon's shoulders and squeezes.
"Wouldn't miss it for the world," Jon says and saunters off in the same direction Ray went.
Frank looks back over to Gerard and Grant. Gerard's clearly just as loopy as Frank, but still wired, gestures getting spastic. Frank saunters over and wraps his arms around Gerard and nuzzles. Like 'Hey. Hi. Here I am.' They've been so busy today he's barely had a chance to stand still, much less anything else. And Gerard just wraps an arm around Frank and keeps talking. But Grant totally looks at Frank and - smirks. Frank's not imagining that. Okay, so Grant's clearly down for whatever. But he's holding back, obviously, waiting to see what Frank does about it. Frank returns the smirk and runs his thumb along this spot on Gerard's neck that makes him shiver, every time. And Gerard does, because yeah, it's a *spot* for him, but when he doesn't complain like he usually does when Frank starts getting overly handsy in public... that's when Frank knows Gerard realizes something's going on. Frank doesn't do anything more, doesn't say anything. They can wait. He's still thinking.
They're all still in full costume, so they wander back to the RV they're using as a wardrobe trailer. The lot's pretty deserted. Most everyone else has already bailed, and the crew is busy packing up the equipment. Frank waves Grant and Gerard inside; the props person is looking kind of twitchy, and Frank stops her on the pavement outside and says, "Sorry we kept you, go home, we promise we'll put everything back where it belongs." He gets a very dubious look in return. But he leans in farther and says confidentially, "Gerard is here, he's anal as hell about this shit, you saw it this morning! We promise." And he gives her his most earnest expression and smiles, and it works. Everyone leaves. Frank waits out on the pavement for a couple minutes, watching the crew walk back to the vehicles and contemplating having a smoke, wondering what he'll find when he goes inside. It's very quiet. He pulls open the door, letting it click shut behind him. When he sees what's going on, he reaches back and locks it too. Grant has Gerard's jacket down around his elbows so he can't really move his arms and is kissing the hell out of him. (4,540 words)
(also at http://tuesdaysgone.dreamwidth.org/5772.html & http://archiveofourown.org/works/186897 )
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  universe:OT3.verse  activity:film.making  beings:Grant.Morrison  relationship:established  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:rimming  smut:fucking  smut:threesome  time:Danger.Days.promo  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pov:Frank  posted:2010-12  recced:2010-12  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:crossover  fic:genre:PWP  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
december 2010 by turlough
tuesdaysgone: That Damn Fur Coat
REC: Gerard is a big tease. The Roseland show and what happened afterwards. This was so much fun and so hot. (2010-12-12)
QUOTE: "What the fuck," Frank whines, his throat barely working. "How do you even have the energy for teasing right now, seriously." He tries to pull away, but Gerard's got him exactly where he, apparently, wants him. He just laughs at him, the stupid giggle that makes him look like a kid and bites his lip. "It's cause I'm a rock star. I can do whatever I want," he whispers and tugs on Frank's hair until Frank's forced up and to his feet. They're chest to naked chest, and dick to hard dick now. Frank braces himself on the wall behind Gerard and thrusts up, just to show Gerard what a giant asshole he's being. Gerard laughs again, quieter this time, and runs his fingers all down Frank's scalp, which forces a really embarrassing whimper out of Frank. "We've got all night, you know," (2,610 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/187197 )
author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  activity:performing  concept:stagegay  things:fur.coat  relationship:established  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  setting:on.tour  tour:2010.Radio.Christmas.Shows  geography:US:New.York  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  posted:2010-12  recced:2010-12  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:PWP  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
december 2010 by turlough
seimaisin & tuesdaysgone: The Permanent Thought of You
REC: Gerard's going to clean out the art supply closet but Frank has other ideas. The very sweet and hot PWP sequel to 'All I Want For Christmas Is You'. (2010-11-21)
QUOTE: He shuts the door quietly and throws the lock. Gerard is wandering back and forth from his supply closet, toting boxes full of tubes of paint while he channels Madonna. Gerard doesn't notice him until Frank clears his throat. "Can I request 'Like a Virgin' next?" "Jesus!" Gerard drops the box of paints he's carrying. He glares at Frank. "How long have you been there?" "I was enjoying the concert." "Fuck off." Gerard bends down to pick up the paints. Frank walks over and crouches next to him. When he looks at Gerard, he noticed a giant streak of green paint smeared down the side of his neck. "Cleaning the closet, huh?" he says, running a finger along Gerard's stained skin. He comes away with a green fingertip. (2,860 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/187257 )
author:seimaisin  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:art  occupation:teacher  relationship:established  smut:blowjob  setting:high.school  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  posted:2010-11  recced:2010-11  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  fic:genre:PWP  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
november 2010 by turlough
seimaisin & tuesdaysgone: Lost in the Falling Dark
REC: Pete's been turned into a werewolf, Mikey was born one, Patrick is still human. A very cool story that put its own twist on both the Summer of Like and the Paramour. The character dynamics are very interesting and I really liked this take on the werewolf mythos. (2010-11-21)
QUOTE: Mikey feels his hackles raise a little, and he freezes, taking in a deep breath. Taking in the scent. Wolf, yes, but not pack; the scent has a kick like burnt sugar and bitter herbs, both strange and tantalizing. Pete makes eye contact for just that one moment too long, and Mikey stiffens automatically. Then Pete blinks and flashes him a toothy white grin. [...] Mikey stays where he is - exactly where he is - for a long time. Pete Wentz. He's never heard a word about this, not through any of the usual channels. And Pete's scent - it makes Mikey uneasy, and so does Pete. (27,260 words)
(also at http://seimaisin.livejournal.com/2145224.html & http://archiveofourown.org/works/134934 )
author:seimaisin  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  activity:brawling  activity:drinking  activity:transformation.animate  beings:werewolves  concept:sobriety  concept:supernatural  concept:addiction  condition:mental.illness  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  relationship:brothers  smut:handjob  smut:frottage  smut:threesome  setting:on.tour  tour:2005.Warped  location:VMA.2005  location:Paramour.Mansion  location:Stump-Bryar.apartment  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pov:Mikey  pov:Patrick  challenge:2010.Werewolf.BB  posted:2010-11  recced:2010-11  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.20k-50k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:urban.fantasy  pairing:Mikey/Patrick/Pete(primary)  pairing:Mikey/Pete(primary)  pairing:Patrick/Pete(primary)  pairing:Frank/Gerard(secondary) 
november 2010 by turlough
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Under the Hide of Me
REC: The Way brothers & Ray are running a small operation for the Capo, Frank is their new driver. A wonderfully entertaining mafia story with werewolves. These two completely different tropes have been made to work perfectly together, each strengthening the other, and the atmosphere and mood is exactly right for the setting. (2010-11-14)
QUOTE: Gerard was getting antsy - the city felt crowded to him now. The farm was the only place he felt really free these days. For not the first time, Gerard wondered if it was time to retire, try something new.
The thought wouldn't leave him alone. Before their next dropoff, he found himself leaning on the Roadster beside Frank, smoking cigarettes in silence as they waited for Mikey to emerge from the last speakeasy on their restocking run. Suddenly curious, he asked Frank, "Do you like it?"
"Like what?" Frank asked.
"Driving." He watched Frank's eyes sweep up his body, land on his face and study him for a moment and he twitched a little, but waited. Frank was always looking when Gerard wanted to look away. The alpha in him wouldn't allow it. And he wouldn't allow the alpha to keep looking.
"I'm good at it," he answered finally.
"I know you are. That's not what I asked," Gerard pressed.
"I really fucking love the driving," Frank admitted finally, but he sounded unsure.
"And the rest of it?" It was something no one ever, ever asked, but Gerard couldn't help himself. He had to know.
"Do I have a choice about the rest of it?" Frank snapped back.
"You're an Iero," Gerard pointed out, and immediately saw the flaw in his argument as Frank snorted and tossed his cigarette butt to the ground.
"Exactly." Gerard had never seen Frank's face look so closed off. He'd hurt him somehow, he realized. He'd known Frank was good at what he did, but he'd never have suspected he let it touch him - he was, on a few occasions when Gerard had been watching from the sidelines, a comedian. Gerard had never thought of him as someone who could be hurt, and maybe that was his mistake. (18,360 words)
(also at http://fleurdeliser.livejournal.com/156598.html & http://archiveofourown.org/works/186948 )
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  activity:gun.fights  activity:transformation.animate  beings:werewolves  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:family  concept:supernatural  concept:violence  condition:injury  occupation:criminal/mobster  occupation:smuggler  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  setting:bar/club  setting:farm  period:1920s  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Pencey.Prep  band:Cobra.Starship  pov:Gerard  pov:Frank  challenge:2010.Werewolf.BB  posted:2010-11  recced:2010-11  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.10k-20k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:urban.fantasy  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:MIkey/Alicia(secondary) 
november 2010 by turlough
tuesdaysgone: Running Scared (Each Place We Go)
REC: Gerard hasn't told them all about why Korse has taken such a personal interest in the Killjoys. This is a fabulous story, driven and tense and delightfully twisted. It's totally my new canon. (2010-10-24) NOTE THAT THIS STORY NOW IS INCLUDED IN 'BULLETPROOF HEART'
QUOTE: He turns to see Korse leaning negligently against the door jamb. "He wasn't who I thought he was." He pauses, apparently just to let his words sink in, and then adds, "And he didn't have any useful information. Shame." Gerard darts his eyes to the breezeway behind Korse, but it's empty of dracs. Just him and Korse, and the corpse of someone who Gerard suspects was Manic Panic on the bed. "What's useful," Korse continues, straightening up and taking a step further into the room, "is that you've showed up. Party Poison," he purrs. "How exactly is that useful? I won't tell you anything," Gerard snaps, dropping his hand to the vicinity of his ray gun. Korse shakes his head slowly back and forth, tucking his jacket back over the grip of his own gun. (3,250 words)
author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  activity:killing/murder  activity:rescue  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  concept:violence  concept:addiction  concept:consent.issues  occupation:rebel  occupation:exterminator  things:Gerard's.red.hair  things:memories  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Korse(past)  pov:Gerard  posted:2010-10  recced:2010-10  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:AU  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  universe:Danger.Days 
october 2010 by turlough
tuesdaysgone: Bulletproof
REC: Gerard and Frank stay in the Trans Am after the others go inside. I love how much tenderness and love there is intervowen with the harsh and urgent all through this. The way the sex suprises Gerard with how good it feels, how Frank's eyes are warm and unclouded for a brief moment, and how they hold hands when they go inside to load weapons and plan a war. Such a lovely little story. (2010-10-03)
QUOTE: "Frank," he gasps, and Frank twists a hand through his hair and tugs. "I'm not ready to go inside yet," Frank murmurs, pressing their open mouths together. Gerard lets him, curling a hand through the messy black hair at the back of Frank's neck and just breathing with him for a few beats. The shared breath is warm, and sweet, and everything that the hot, acrid air outside the car isn't. (981 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/187259 )
author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:rebel  things:Trans.Am  relationship:established  smut:frottage  smut:vehicle.sex  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  posted:2010-09  recced:2010-10  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:PWP  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  universe:Danger.Days 
october 2010 by turlough
tuesdaysgone: Count Me In and Turn Me Loose
REC: Frank and Gerard, a pair of handcuffs, and some roleplay. A very hot little PWP in the 'Purgatorio' universe. I love the underlying warmth and love between them. (2010-08-15)
QUOTE: "Gerard?" he asked hesitantly.
Gerard stepped around the end of his workbench and into the kitchen area, silent but keeping steady eye contact. He didn't say anything for long enough that Frank started to get anxious, but he didn't look angry, just... assessing. Frank held still, letting Gerard see what he would see. Gerard had been reading him like a book since the day they met. It still took Frank by surprise when Gerard’s eyes slid to the side, shoulders hunching slightly.
"Detective," he said, the word slipping out in a half-defensive, half-taunting whine. Dirty fingers tangled in a stray lock of hair, tugging it forward over his face. Frank would have gaped at the stranger who'd slipped into his boyfriend's skin had he not caught the tiny betraying flash of green as Gerard snuck a quick look at Frank from behind his bangs.
A game, then. The noise in his head faded to nothing as something hot curled in Frank's stomach and crawled up his spine, leaving him breathless but energized. He took a few steps closer, shrugging out of his shoulder harness and laying it gently on the table as he passed, letting his hands hang loose at his sides. Gerard was still studying the floor and barely flinched as Frank reached for his wrist, so his gasp as Frank spun him around and pressed him into the cabinets was doubly satisfying. (2,350 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/187247 )
author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:police/detective  relationship:established  smut:bondage  smut:blowjob  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  challenge:2010.H/C.Bingo  posted:2010-08  recced:2010-08  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  things:handcuffs  smut:rough.sex  smut:roleplay  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:PWP  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
august 2010 by turlough
tuesdaysgone: A Pair of Dull Scissors And the Yellow Light
REC: Frank's dreadlocks itch. Cute and hot early-days haircutting and porn. (2010-01-10)
QUOTE: "Gee. Cut my hair?" His voice comes out annoyingly breathy. Gerard's looking at him with the head tilt again. "Are you sure?" "There's no mirror, and just -" But Gerard's nodding now, sinking carefully back onto the sofa, cool fingers tilting Frank's head to the side. Frank can feel his breath on his neck. "Okay. Yeah." "You're sure?" Gerard asks again. Frank nods, swallowing against the thumb pressed against his throat, and Gerard doesn't wait, just starts snipping at the dreads along Frank's hairline. He's still chattering away at first about dress form robots or whatever, but Frank just sits very still, feeling the tug and release of each clump of hair caught between the scissor blades. Soon Gerard falls silent, too, and the only sound remaining is the metallic snick of the scissors and their breath. (1,820 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/187194 )
author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  relationship:friendship  smut:frottage  smut:blowjob  time:early.days  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  posted:2010-01  recced:2010-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  activity:hair.cutting/dyeing  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff  fic:genre:PWP  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
january 2010 by turlough
tuesdaysgone: All I Want For Christmas Is You
REC: Dorky school teachers in love. Such a sweet and happy-making story, the best sort of fluff! (2009-12-27)
QUOTE: Hanging out with Frank is a little like torture sometimes. He's sort of had a crush on him since he had to cover one of his classes and found a small army of Star Wars figurines acting out the battle of Little Round Top on the bookcase at the back of his classroom. Gerard hadn't known it was Little Round Top, of course; but that had been the first thing Frank had said when he walked back into the classroom, juggling a coffee carrier and a messenger bag.
"Little Round Top," Frank had mumbled around the keychain clutched in his teeth. Once he'd spit it out onto his desk, he continued, "Boba Fett is Joshua Chamberlain. Oh, here. I brought you coffee. Thanks for covering, dude."
The coffee had really been the tipping point, but Gerard had pretty much already been a goner.
So, here they were, three years later. Gerard sips coffee from his favorite mug, the one that proclaims "The End Is Nigh" on the bottom, and wonders if he's missed some sort of window for flirting somewhere along the line between that first cup of coffee and this one. He's got a two-week winter break to mull it over, if he doesn't do anything soon.
Call him crazy, but he doesn't really want to spend a two-week break grading pop art and drinking coffee by himself. Again. (4,450 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/187249 )
author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:teacher  things:snow  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:frottage  setting:high.school  setting:bar/club  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  posted:2009-12  recced:2009-12  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
december 2009 by turlough
tuesdaysgone: Feeling The Future On Your Skin
REC: Bob is the captain of a fleet spaceship, one of their newest passangers catches his interest. A space AU that takes place in the Dune universe. I'd no idea I craved a Gerard-as-a-precog story but this story is exactly everything I didn't know I wanted. I love space AUs and I've always liked the original Dune books, and together with the action and adventures and the excellent characterisation, this story might as well have be written specially for me :-) And tuesdaysgone's wonderful knack for fitting the guys into a completely different setting and making them both believable there and recognisably themselves makes this story even greater. (2009-12-13)
QUOTE: "I assume this is important, Mr. Way, but speed it up. I have a ship to run."
"It's Mikey," the young man said tonelessly. "Mikey Way. Not that it matters, but... I'm Mikey, and my brother's -"
"Gerard," Bob finished. "I read the manifest. What can I do for you, Mikey?"
"I just wanted to... I was hoping to talk to you before Doctor George got to you. About why we're here."
"You read my mind," Bob replied. Mikey flinched visibly. Bob filed the observation away, but continued, "You can explain what's going on with your brother, I hope? I won't lie, Mikey, I don't enjoy doing favors for the Ministerium to begin with, and having a prisoner on board is not making me happy."
"He's not supposed to be," Mikey replied quickly. "A prisoner, that is. He volunteered. But the manacles were Doctor George's idea, and a bad one. He locked Gerard's data feed and reprogrammed the door locks, too. I don't know why he thinks that will help. I don't know why Gerard has to be kept in line. Gerard's not going anywhere... we're in space, for gods' sake."
Bob let Mikey talk till he seemed to wind himself down, then asked pointedly, "Volunteered for what?"
Mikey looked back at him, wide-eyed. "I'm really not supposed to talk about it. That's what they told me, when they let me stay with him. But there wasn't anyone to tell...we've been at that station ever since. If Doctor George knew I was talking to you about it, he'd tell *them*." The horror in his voice was audible in that final word.
Bob closed his eyes, rubbed his temples with a calloused hand. This kid was hard to read, but he'd obviously jumped at his first chance to cry out for help - if it was a cry for help - to Bob. Why did this keep happening to him? Bob Bryar, champion of the strays. "I think you should explain," he said calmly.
"We grew up on Ecaz," Mikey replied. "Gerard's always been different, and there, with the artists and the mystics, people didn't notice when he started talking about visions. The sapho juice helped keep it under control, or maybe just made it so he could deal with them."
[...] "We were evacuated during the coup last year, pretty much with the clothes on our backs, and his... abilities came to the notice of the ship's medical staff during that first detox. We were supposed to be taken to House Ecaz allies in the Latha system; the Ministerium had a presence there, and said they could help, and he'd have done anything to learn to control his powers. But recently... we've been at the Ministerium's compound on Latha-6 ever since the evacuation, and they've never moved us before. They're planning something, I know. I don't trust them. If Gerard was in his right mind...."
"He's not?" Bob asked. As if he needed to ask; those feral hazel eyes were still branded in his memory.
"They keep testing things. Drug combinations. They wanted melange, probably, but if they can't get it they're determined to duplicate the results another way. They modified those receptors they put on him into neural restrictors, to control both the visions and the symptoms of the detox. He's different when he's wearing them. I guess it's easier." Easier for whom? Bob wondered. Mikey didn't sound convinced either.
"You said he volunteered, Mikey. Why doesn't he just leave?"
"Just because he started as a volunteer doesn't mean that's how he'll end up. I'm... I'm afraid, Captain Bryar." (20,210 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/187211 )
author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  activity:gun.fights  activity:kidnapping  activity:rescue  concept:violence  concept:in.space!  concept:ordinary.lives  condition:injury  condition:illness  occupation:military  occupation:pilot  occupation:smuggler  occupation:hacker/programmer  relationship:friendship  relationship:brothers  relationship:UST  smut:fucking  smut:wall.sex  setting:spaceship/spacestation  setting:alien.planet  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:The.Used  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pov:Bob  challenge:2009.Drawn.To  posted:2009-12  recced:2009-12  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.20k-50k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:source:book  concept:esp:precog  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Bob/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Frank/Gerard(secondary)  pairing:Bob/Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Dan/Jepha(secondary) 
december 2009 by turlough
tuesdaysgone: The End of the Beginning
REC: Gerard and Bob are back from the war. Lindsey and Alicia have been sharing a house. Things get complicated. A beautiful AU that's sad and melancholic but with an ending that's full of hope. The atmosphere and setting feel very true to the period and the quiet, understated writing that make it feel very real and solid. The characterisations and the way their relationships grow and change are fantastic. (2009-10-11)
QUOTE: Bob's eyes slid closed for just a moment before he groaned and wrenched his collar out of Gerard's grasp. [...] "You weren't supposed to know," he said finally, matter-of-factly. "But you knowing... it doesn't change anything." "It changes everything!" Gerard insisted. "No," Bob replied shortly. "It doesn't." And he turned away, leaving Gerard to study the implacable set of his shoulders till he finally turned and retreated to the silent house. (14,920 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/187224 )
author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  concept:char.death(past)  concept:war  concept:art  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:polyamory  condition:PTSD  condition:insomnia  things:memories  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:teacher  occupation:mechanic  relationship:poly  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  relationship:established  period:1940s  period:WWII  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence  pairing:Mikey/Alicia(past)  pov:Gerard  pov:Lindsey  challenge:2009.H/C  posted:2009-10  recced:2009-10  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.10k-20k  fic:category:femslash  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  pairing:Bob/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(primary)  pairing:Bob/Lindsey(primary)  pairing:Bob/Gerard/Lindsey(primary)  pairing:Lindsey/Alicia(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Alicia(secondary)  pairing:Frank/Jamia(secondary)  pairing:Ray/Christa(secondary) 
october 2009 by turlough
tuesdaysgone: I Know What Boys Like
REC: An anonymous bathroom encounter leads to something unexpected. Great atmosphere and a nicely unhurried pace. This Gerard is likeable, thoughtful and ordinary and well, a really nice guy. Accompanying story to 'I Know What Guys Want' by piratesunk. (2009-08-23)
QUOTE: Gerard scowled into his bowl. Therefore, he wasn't sure exactly when Frank walked into the room, but the next thing he knew, he was pulling back the chair next to Gerard's and taking a bowl of cereal from Mikey, as Mikey immediately started giving him shit about how drunk he was the night before. And, even more humiliating, he didn't seem to remember Gerard's name. But why would he? Gerard knew the type of people Pete ran around with. They were all a lot more fun than him. Hell, Mikey was a lot more fun than him. Gerard didn't feel too hungry anymore. Shoving his bowl away from himself, he jumped up from the counter and dug in his coat pocket for his cigarettes. (10,190 words)
author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  concept:sobriety  concept:addiction  activity:drinking  activity:film.making  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:office.worker  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  setting:bar/club  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:US:New.York  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pov:Gerard  posted:2009-05  recced:2009-08  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.10k-20k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
august 2009 by turlough
tuesdaysgone: Love in an Elevator
REC: Frank and Gerard in an elevator. This was very hot and I liked the way Gerard is still his slightly awkward, earnest self afterwards. (2009-08-16)
QUOTE: His teeth prickled along the stubble Frank had neglected to shave that day, and one hand splayed across his sternum to hold him still while the other hand with its clever fingers wormed its way straight down the front of Frank's ridiculously tight jeans. Frank moaned, too surprised to form words and still too ridiculously close to his post-show euphoria to do anything but let the sudden clenching wave of want swamp him, settling heavy in his gut. Gerard huffed out a disgusted breath as the fastenings of Frank's pants refused to yield to his advances, yanking his hand back out and stepping in between Frank's feet, grinding his own denim-covered cock against Frank's with a sigh. "Frankie," he breathed straight into Frank's ear. "Fuck, I have to... I can't wait... please..." (1,530 words)
(http://archiveofourown.org/works/187168 )
author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  smut:frottage  smut:handjob  setting:elevator  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  posted:2009-03  recced:2009-08  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:PWP  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
august 2009 by turlough
tuesdaysgone: untitled fic
REC: A sunny interlude at a gas stop back in the early days. Lovely little ficlet, quiet and summery and happy-making. (2009-08-16)
QUOTE: He tosses Ray's pretzels and iced tea through the open passenger window into Ray's lap. Ray's busy flipping through a road atlas and just waves his hand vaguely in response. Gerard's already turning away, scanning the scraggly lawn surrounding the gas station for Frank and Mikey. He spots Frank's back and shoulders first, hunched over Mikey's sprawling form. They've parked themselves in a giant patch of dandelions; Mikey's got his legs crossed at the ankle, one foot tapping idly against the other to the beat of whatever's pumping through his headphones. Frank's making dandelion chains, grabbing Mikey's arm every once in a while to measure the length around Mikey's wrist. Frank's already wearing a dandelion necklace and bracelet of his own. (662 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/187274 )
author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  setting:truckstop  setting:on.tour  time:early.days  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  posted:2009-06  recced:2009-08  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
august 2009 by turlough
tuesdaysgone: Purgatorio
REC: The crime noir one where a series of brutal murders calls Detective Frank Iero back to active duty and he must find the killer while confronting people from his past and dealing with his attraction to Gerard, older brother to his estranged friend Mikey. I really, really, REALLY like this. I like how gritty and intense it feels, how the characterisations are spot-on - like this is how these guys would've turned out if they'd lived in this universe - and how both the murder case and Frank & Gerard's emotional drama are equally important to the story and also equally captivating and believable. (2009-06-14)
QUOTE: Frank knocked on the door, but there was no answer. He tried again, this time adding, "Gerard Way, police." Nothing. Fuck. He tried the door handle. It was unlocked, and Frank eased it open, reaching inside his jacket for his 9mm. [...]The hissing and the sparks stopped abruptly, and a dark haired man stood from a crouching position, flipping up a welding mask and turning around. He tugged a pair of ear buds from his ears with one gloved hand, holding the arc welder in front of himself protectively.
"What the hell?" Way exclaimed. His eyes widened, looking impossibly huge in his grimy face, and he set the torch down slowly on a nearby workbench, carefully raising his empty hands up in front of himself. "Man, you're barking up the wrong tree. I don't have any money, just tools and scrap metal."
Frank laughed mirthlessly, pulling his badge free from his belt and holding it up. "Detective Iero, Mr. Way. I need to ask you a few questions." He holstered his gun, leaving the fastenings unsnapped, and clipped his badge back onto his belt.
The other man tugged off his mask and heavy leather gloves, tossing them onto the workbench and running a hand through his hair. That only served to make it stand up in even more disordered spikes. "Um. Questions, like down at the station?"
"Here is just fine. Unless you know of a reason I should be asking you questions down at the station." Frank raised an eyebrow. "Have you talked to your brother this morning, Mr. Way?"
"Oh, God. Is Mikey okay?"
"Is that a 'no, I haven't'?" Frank replied calmly. "Mikey is fine, as far as I know, Mr. Way. I'm investigating an incident at the foundry, and I have reason to believe you may have some information for me."
Gerard's shoulders had visibly tensed; he relaxed when he heard his brother was all right, but still eyed Frank nervously. Pulling a gun on someone tended to have that effect; but, shit, that was the protocol in that kind of situation. And nervous-innocent looked a hell of a lot like nervous-guilty, anyway; Frank had learned that the hard way. He was frowning, scratching at his forearm. Twitchy. Frank didn't like twitchy. "Mr. Way's my dad, Detective Iero."
"That's cute, Gerard," Frank drawled, rolling the second 'r' a little. "I've got a homicide victim over in your foundry's scrap yard, though, so I'm not really in the mood for cute. You wanna tell me the last time you've been over there?"
"Shit," Gerard breathed, eyes snapping up to meet Frank's, but skittering quickly away. "I... a few days ago, I think?"
Frank stepped closer. "You think you could narrow that down for me?"
Up close, Gerard's face was dotted with flecks of grime. He obviously hadn't seen the inside of a shower for several days. His black sweatshirt was dotted with tiny scorched holes, and his pale, surprisingly graceful fingers were criss-crossed with half-healed scrapes and cuts. He saw Frank looking. "Lots of sharp edges in a metal sculpture. Sometimes I forget myself." His eyes were intensely golden-green, somehow mesmerizing. Frank could barely look away. (27,110 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/187243 )
author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  activity:killing/murder  activity:gun.fights  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:char.death  concept:hostage  occupation:police/detective  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:businessman  relationship:friendship  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  setting:art.gallery/studio  setting:bar/club  setting:café/diner/restaurant  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  band:The.Hush.Sound  band:All.American.Rejects  pairing:Mikey/Pete(past)  pov:Frank  challenge:2009.BBB  posted:2009-06  recced:2009-06  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.20k-50k  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:AU  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:MIkey/Alicia(secondary) 
june 2009 by turlough
livejournal, master list: http://manila-folder.livejournal.com/6901.html, AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/users/tuesdaysgone
REC: (for her co-writing with fleurdeliser) It's solely because of these two writers that Frank/Gerard/Grant has become my OT3. I absolutely love the way they write them together. They have written quite a lot of stories about this threesome by now but they always manage to give the dynamics between them a new twist and makes us see different aspects of the characters. (2013-09-21)
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