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turps: Burn Ever Bright
REC: When Gerard isn't selected by a dragon he thinks his life is over. But he is wrong, it has only just started. This is an absolutely lovely story. It's sad and aweinspiring, funny and bittersweet. And as usual I love the way Terri writes the Way brothers - their close mental bond and how deeply they love each other. The way she writes this world is also wonderful. It feels very tangible, very real. Gerard's first view of the valley and the dragons will stay with me for a long time. (2015-05-31)
QUOTE: If stepping into the shadow is creepy, the sidestep into the rock is even more so. In a blink nearly all light is gone, and Gerard is all too aware of the rock that surrounds him so completely. The only sound is his own breathing, and Gerard takes careful sidesteps, the tunnel sides narrowing and scraping against his stomach and back on occasions.
Clutching his bag at his side, Gerard takes slow deliberate breaths, reminding himself Frank said it's not actually far, no matter how it seems like Gerard's been inside of this rock forever.
"You're only a few steps away now." Ray's voice is welcome, and Gerard narrows his eyes when he sees light spilling into the tunnel. "Around a corner and you're here."
Gerard quickens his side steps, eager for fresh air as he steps into bright sunshine, and onto a ledge where he can look down into a long and bowled valley - one that's filled with dragons, some awake, some slumbering, and some commanding the air, swooping and roaring, leaving flaring flames and smoke trails behind them.
At first, Gerard thinks that he's dreaming, or hallucinating, because nothing he's experienced in life has prepared him for this. Unlike the neat dragon pens back in the corps, these dragons are spread out and roam free, dozens of them, so many that Gerard doesn't know where to look first.
Some lumber across the valley floor, huge and yet dainty in the way they look around, their brilliant, shimmering scales catching the light. While others seem to be napping, curled up and looking like vast living hills, their wings tucked in and tails stretched out over the rock.
It's the most magnificent thing Gerard's ever seen, like a colourful, amazing fantasy land made real.
"This is another mirage, right?" Gerard says, because no way is this real. It can't be, it's not possible that something so amazing has been tucked away out of sight at the top of this mountain. "Those are dragons. *Big* dragons. Wild dragons."
"They're real, and they've been here for a long while now," Ray says, his hair blowing against his face when one of the bigger dragons stretches its body and flaps red-tipped green wings. (20,000 words)
author:turps  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:character.study  fic:source:fanart  activity:flying  beings:dragons  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:char.death.minor  concept:war  concept:esp:empathy  concept:esp:telepathy  condition:injury  concept:magic  relationship:brothers  relationship:Waycest  relationship:poly  relationship:friendship  smut:blowjob  smut:frottage  smut:groupsex  setting:other.world  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary)  pairing:GSF:My.Chemical.Romance(primary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2015.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-05  recced:2015-05 
june 2015 by turlough
turps: Comfort in Sound
REC: The one where they're art thieves and Pete is a really annoying psychic. This was a great story, both fun and serious. I love how Pete's oversharing is both annoying and one of the things that helps holding them together. And I also loved the deft way the writer use their banter and Gerard's thoughts to show us the characters of all the guys. (2015-02-22)
QUOTE: Pete's wearing a black hoodie, one that's at least two sizes too big. With the hood up and sleeves completely covering his hands it looks like he's hiding: and maybe he is. Despite the explanations and demonstrations, despite running as a crew for so long, Gerard still isn't sure of Pete's thing.
"My thing is beautiful," Pete says then, his eyes gleaming from within the shadowy recess of his hood. "I can show you if you want, or ask Mikey. He's seen it."
"No one wants to see your thing," Ray cuts in, as if there's even a chance Gerard was about to say yes. Which he wasn't. There's no need to, Gerard's already seen it enough.
"Ah, but it wasn't a real look," Pete says, and starts grinning with all those many many white teeth. "You only caught a glimpse, it's more impressive than that."
"What's more impressive?" Mikey asks, causing the van to tilt briefly as he climbs inside and squashes onto the bench seat between Pete and Gerard. "Did you get me a coffee?"
"My thing, and yes," Pete says, handing an extra large takeout cup to Mikey. "It's got a foam heart under the lid, Gerard asked for it. I think it's a symbol of our everlasting and destined by fate love."
"Gerard's love for you?" Mikey asks, sounding interested as he glances at Gerard before taking a long drink of coffee. Putting down the cup he wipes at his mouth and adds, "Pete's thing *is* more impressive. He'll show you sometime."
"No he won't." Ray turns in his seat and takes a deep breath before letting it out slowly. "No one want's to see Pete's thing. Pete's thing isn't an issue today, and you need to stop focussing in."
The last is addressed to Pete, who shrugs and pulls down his hood, blinking as his eyes are exposed to the light. "I couldn't help it, Gerard was thinking too hard."
"Gerard always thinks too hard, it's what he does," Ray says, and reaches behind him, pointedly tapping one of the monitors that line the van's side. "We've got ten minutes before the galley shuts for the day. We should be discussing the plan, not Pete's penis." (2,460 words)
author:turps  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:action/adventure  activity:stealing  activity:rescue  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:esp:telepathy  condition:injury  relationship:friendship  relationship:established  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pairing:Frank/Gerard(secondary)  pairing:Mikey/Pete(secondary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2015.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-02  recced:2015-02 
march 2015 by turlough
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
anonymous: The Heart You Need
REC: Frank gets Tested again when he's seven and afterwards he's transfered to a new school where he meets Mikey and Gerard. A totally fabulous Killjoys origin story set in space. With psi powers! It's a fastpaced, well-written story with great characterisations and fantastic worldbuilding, and it doesn't feel even half as long as it is. In fact, I wouldn't mind reading another 90,000 words of their further adventures! (2013-10-13) A totally fabulous Killjoys origin story set in space. With psi powers! It's a fastpaced, well-written story with great characterisations and fantastic worldbuilding, and it's also a great coming-of-age story. Frank's development from young child to teenager-on-the-verge-of-adulthood is wonderfully well-written. His internal voice always feel completely right for his age. Don't be scared by the lenght. It doesn't feel even half as long as it is. In fact, I wouldn't mind reading another 90,000 words of Frank, Gerard, Mikey, and Ray's further adventures! (2013-10-30)
QUOTE: 'Frank?' Gerard's voice pressing against his mind didn't even surprise him; Frank struggled upright, shaking out the arm he'd landed on. 'Are you awake?' Gerard went on, his mind-voice sharp with something - excitement? Or panic? Frank shook his head, trying to settle his thoughts back into place.
'I am now. What is it, what's wrong?' He couldn't help the worry that crept into his own tone; he'd spent the last two days at school trying not to think about what kind of trouble Gerard could be in that he wouldn't let Frank help with. In the dark, with the House and the city asleep around him and Gerard's mind bleeding urgency through their link, it rose up like a wave of dread, threatening to swallow him.
'No, I'm sorry, just -' It was like Gerard cut himself off for a moment, dropping out of the link almost entirely before coming back. 'Did you mean it, that you'd help me? I was gonna - we had it set up, it was gonna be fine, but something happened, I don't even know... We gotta do it now, and Mikey won't stay the fuck home - can you get out, you think? I don't think I can manage myself, not for all of us.'
'What?' Frank couldn't make much sense of that, Gerard's thoughts were jumping about all over the place, but if he needed his help... 'Where are you?' he sent, tilting his head to listen to the house. Apart from Uncle Tony drowsing in front of some holo in the back sitting room, everyone was asleep. Frank fumbled his way over to the closet, grabbing for clothes so he could change out of his pajamas.
'End of your street,' Gerard replied, and, 'Are you sure, Frankie? We could get in trouble, like, *real* trouble.' Frank could feel the excitement that filtered through the link, though, and it sent a little thrill shivering through him too as he scrambled into pants and a hoodie. He reached for his sneakers with his mind, floating them behind him as he cracked open the door and tiptoed down the hall. If he tried to go out the front in the middle of the night, the security monitor would freak, but there was a spot in back by the compound wall...
He had to stop on the back porch to stamp his feet into his shoes, but climbing the tree was easy; he'd done it a hundred times. Getting over the wall was trickier; Frank's hand slipped off the branch too soon, and there was a sickening lurch of falling for a moment before he could gather his wits together and *shove* toward the ground to cushion himself. He still scraped the heels of his hands on the rough gravel of the path, and the Fernandes' watchdog next door started barking from the noise, but Frank took off running and it had shut up by the time he reached the street.
'Gee?' Both the moons were up; it was totally bright, and Frank examined his stinging palms, picking out crumbs of dug-in stone. He wasn't even bleeding; score.
'This way.' It was like a tug on his mind, and Frank turned automatically, trotting up the street. It must be really late; there weren't any shuttlecars out, the air silent and cool. He couldn't see Gerard, but he could feel him, the hum of his mind behind his shields, so Frank only jumped a tiny bit when a hand darted out of the bushes and tugged him off the street. (93,440 words)
author:anonymous  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:character.study  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  activity:gun.fights  activity:moving  activity:rescue  activity:sabotage  beings:Grant.Morrison  beings:kids  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:art  concept:dystopia  concept:esp:telepathy  concept:esp:general  concept:mindmeld/soulbond  concept:politics  concept:rebellion  occupation:student.elementary.school  occupation:student.college  occupation:intern  occupation:businessman  occupation:politician  occupation:rebel  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:frottage  smut:masturbation  smut:telepathic.sex  setting:alien.planet  setting:spaceship/spacestation  setting:elementary.school  setting:office  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2013.BBB  +length:long.50k-100k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-08  recced:2013-10  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  concept:in.space!  universe:Danger.Days 
october 2013 by turlough
shusu: The River Sanzu Overflows
REC: A futurefic where Will and Bran have become young men and so have the Troopers. Will Stanton is on vacation in Japan when he is once again drawn into the world of magic and power, struggling for his very existence against an unknown foe with the help of old and new friends. The atmosphere and writing of this story is strongly reminiscent of the Dark Is Rising books. It has the same lyrical and thoughtful atmosphere and the countryside and its myths and legends has the same importance to the plot. This strong connection between particular places, myths and legends, and the plotline is also one of the major components of YST and in this story Shusu manages to merge these two very different canons into a cohesive whole. One where Eastern and Western magic and myth meet and enrich each other. It's an absolutely wonderful story and has been a favourite of mine for years. (2013-06-20)
QUOTE: The cherry blossoms flickered down like raindrops in the sun. Will Stanton moved through the park, watching the families and couples conversing under the strange shower. The atmosphere was peaceful despite the continuous throb of traffic and the occasional blast of music.
Will had become a traveler of many years, mostly on his eldest brother Stephen’s encouragement. Once or twice annually he took a week’s holiday to another place in the world. Sometimes the only notice his family received was a postcard from an exotic destination, at times arriving when Will had already settled back into his stuffy office. Partly it was to break the routine. Partly it was to sate the ache of loneliness in his heart.
The youngest and the last. Had they really all gone away? He had come to know so few in the Circle, scattered throughout the world as they were. This was when the Dark was rising. Then the Dark was driven back, and they had all departed, all but Will himself. A futile hope, but it drove him. It was the human part which sometimes recoiled from the wisdom he was privy to.
He sighed. Everywhere in Kyoto there were whispers of Old Magic, yet no one met his eye and knew him. It filled him with a longing so fierce that he wondered why he continued to chase the feeling.
Will came to a stop. A gnarled stone dragon peered at him fiercely. A stream of people separated it from its twin on the other side of the stairs. These two had stood parallel like this for hundreds of years, guardians of the temple beyond, facing the same way but never meeting. Will felt a pang. He remembered a postcard sitting on his desk. 'The sky’s not the same elsewhere, bachgen. Perhaps on a lark, someday. The hills have grown on me, isn’t that funny?'
Slowly he climbed the stone steps. A girl in long robes cleaned the stone lanterns as the sparse crowd moved in and out of the main building and the small temple shops. Glistening with rainwater, flared eaves sheltered wooden murals of fantastic beasts. Trees both ornamental and wild drew the eye skyward, enclosing the square. The air was thick with incense, soft hand claps, and murmured prayers like waves on a calm sea. He stopped before a tree laden with paper prayer strips. They were like the cherry blossoms, ready to fall.
Suddenly he was jostled from behind. Startled, he almost lost his balance on the slick stones, but a strong hand caught his arm and righted him. "Suman-" began the boy. No, he was a man, only a little younger than Will. He had the deepest blue hair he’d ever seen. The unruly mop managed to stand out in a crowd with some dyed blonds and reds and greens. "Ah. Sorry?" He tried in English.
Will shook his head. "No, it’s all right." They were both looking hard at each other, he realized. His heart rose: he sensed something beyond the affable expression and worn denim jacket. Yet it wasn’t quite right. This wasn’t what he was looking for. Of course not, how could it be?
The other blinked first. He held out a strip of paper. "Here. Do you have a wish?"
"To find someone," Will blurted, then wondered why he’d said it. The Old One in him continued to stir, inexplicably. (c. 35,000 words)
author:shusu  fandom:Dark.Is.Rising  fandom:Yoroiden.Samurai.Troopers  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:crossover  fic:source:book  fic:source:anime  activity:sightseeing  activity:rescue  beings:ghosts  concept:esp:telepathy  concept:magic  concept:quest  concept:supernatural  things:dreams  things:memories  things:mirrors  setting:on.vacation  geography:Asia:Japan  pairing:Bran.Davies/Will.Stanton(primary)  pov:Will.Stanton  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2004  recced:2013-06  time:future  pairing:Hashiba.Touma/Anubis(secondary)  trooper:Hashiba.Touma  trooper:Sanada.Ryo  trooper:Date.Seiji  masho:Anubis  trooper:Muori.Shin  trooper:Xiu.Lei.Huang 
august 2013 by turlough
inlovewithnight: Excerpts
REC: Excerpts from An Oral History of the Kaiju Wars, or the Way brothers as Jaeger pilots. This was so much fun. Way brothers forever! (2013-07-28)
QUOTE: M WAY: I want our Jaeger to be named R2D2.
ROCKHAM: Names are assigned by the Commission.
M WAY: And you should assign ours the name R2D2.
ROCKHAM: That will not be possible.
G WAY: Even at the end of the world, Lucasfilm's hanging on to their fuckin' intellectual property, huh?
G WAY: Call it the Big Man.
G WAY: Clarence Clemmons? The E Street Band. We're from JERSEY.
ROCKHAM: Mr. Way, that is, frankly, stupid.
M WAY: Your mom is stupid. (660 words)
author:inlovewithnight  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Pacific.Rim  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fusion  fic:source:movie  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:war  concept:esp:telepathy  things:mecha  occupation:mecha.pilot  relationship:brothers  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:omni  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-07  recced:2013-07 
july 2013 by turlough
gorgeousnerd: Like a Secret in Your Throat
REC: The one where Frank wants to have hot sex with his vampire boyfriend, not cuddle. A great story that's sweet and funny and very hot. I love this grumpy Frank and thought-reading Ray is so cool, and Gerard is completely adorable as the vampire boyfriend. (2012-10-21)
QUOTE: "And then you had great sex, the end."
Frank stuck out his lower lip. "Just because you can read my mind doesn't mean you have to be a total asshole."
Ray rolled his eyes and put down his guitar. Most of the time, Frank empathized with the guy. The whole psychic thing was part of his family's vampire hunting history, but the laws protecting the undead had passed long before either Frank or Ray were born, and so Ray didn't get to channel it into something productive. Well, except when they were fixing things in the middle of a show, and Frank didn't feel like going for the dead mic. That was handy.
But seriously. Ray always fucking ruined Frank's stories.
"Go ahead," Ray said.
Frank crossed his arms with a scowl, but he kept going. "He didn't even hold me down! He laid *next* to me and fucking hugged me while he gave me a handjob. I had to hold *him* down while I blew him so I wouldn't choke to death."
Ray blinked. "Tell me you used a condom."
"Dude. It's the middle of the day. You think I could've walked over here if I picked something up?"
Ray winced. At least Frank wouldn't have to hear the safe–sex lecture yet again. "Right. Sorry."
"So we spooned, he passed out like five seconds later, and I watched TV with his brother until dawn." Frank knocked his head on the wall behind him. "If I didn't like him so fucking much, I'd go find an actual hookup."
Ray's eyebrows disappeared into his low–hanging curls. "You like him?"
"Sure." Mikey wasn't bad, either. He had good taste in late–night TV.
"So... why don't you tell him? If it's going to happen again."
"Because!" Frank waved his hands. "He's a vampire! This shit should come naturally! Talking about it -" (3,080 words)
(also at http://firmament.dreamwidth.org/59364.html & http://chomalfoyfics.livejournal.com/71723.html )
author:gorgeousnerd  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  beings:vampires  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:esp:telepathy  relationship:established  smut:biting  smut:rough.sex  smut:masturbation  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-10  recced:2012-10  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
october 2012 by turlough
ladyfoxxx: Out Of My Head
REC: The one where Gerard has strange, explicit dreams. The hottest thing I've read in a very long time! (2012-09-30)
QUOTE: Gerard wakes up hard and panting. He stares down at his naked wrists, certain he can feel the phantom sensation of material wrapped tight around them. It was such an intense dream.
'Red material, tied in a messy knot, holding his hands above his head. He's straining, sweating, his cock hard and leaking but he can't touch, can't do anything. His knees hurt from kneeling. He's begging... please, please, I need to come. The material pulls tighter around his wrists, and he fixates on the black pattern against the red fabric, his hips pushing forward against empty air.
When he's so desperate he can't see straight, he feels lips on the back of his neck, arms wrapping around him from behind, skilled fingers jerking his dick, giving him that release he craves. He comes, groaning, looking down to watch the hands as they bring him off, familiar tattoos blurring with motion.
Frank's hands.'
Gerard shoves a hand down his pajama pants and brings himself off, quick and silent, before he can think about what it means. (1,590 words)
(also at http://ladyfoxxx.livejournal.com/72449.html?thread=2214657&#t2214657 )
author:ladyfoxxx  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:PWP  activity:performing  things:dreams  things:spirit.hood  concept:esp:telepathy  relationship:UST  relationship:d/s  smut:bondage  smut:breathplay  smut:handjob  smut:masturbation  smut:gag  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-09  recced:2012-09  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
october 2012 by turlough
gorgeousnerd: Socks
REC: Gerard's head hurts and if Frank fell on his drums one more time… Super cute little telepathy ficlet. I really like the description of how telepathy (of the non-traumatic sort) would feel. (2012-09-23)
QUOTE: Gerard's head hurt. He couldn't find his socks - they were balled up in his bunk somewhere, which always happened when he got on the bus exhausted - and there wasn't enough coffee. And if Frank fell on his drums one more time during a show, he was going to have to take drastic, humiliating measures.
He blinked. What? (136 words)
(also at http://gorgeousnerd.dreamwidth.org/1714319.html?thread=3077775#cmt3077775 & http://firmament.dreamwidth.org/58794.html & http://chomalfoyfics.livejournal.com/71337.html )
author:gorgeousnerd  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:fluff  concept:esp:telepathy  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  pov:Bob  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-09  recced:2012-09 
september 2012 by turlough
Lucifuge5: Beep-Beep
REC: Mikey's been a constant present in Gerard's mind since he was a day old. Sweet little telepathy ficlet. (2012-09-23)
QUOTE: "Danny Briggs? You think he's hot?" Mikey makes a face at his brother.
Gerard drops the pencil and chews on his bottom lip. His face feels hot. "Wha-?"
"Dude, I *heard* you. Like, thinking about the way Danny's butt looks in the black jeans and how you -"
"Never mind! Never mind!" Gerard jumps off from his bed, flapping his hands because hearing his thoughts parroted to him in his little brother's voice is kinda creepy. "You could've told me that I was, you know, thinking about, um, *him*"
"Whatever." Mikey pushes his glasses up. "We're like, I dunno, walkie-talkies or something."
"Man, that's just fucked-up," Gerard says and starts to chew on a stray hangnail. 'There are no secrets. I'm not my own person. Why would someone want to listen to me? I'm just -'
Mikey's voice breaks the stream of thoughts with calm reassurance. 'You're just my brother, Gee. Always have been and always will be.' (1,000 words)
author:lucifuge5  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  beings:kids  beings:teenagers  concept:esp:telepathy  concept:addiction  concept:sobriety  condition:mental.illness  relationship:brothers  time:pre-band  time:early.days  location:Way.basement  location:Paramour.Mansion  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-09  recced:2012-09 
september 2012 by turlough
dancinbutterfly: Waiting in the Sky
REC: Everyone knows that Mikey and Gerard are close and everyone thinks they know why. They are all wrong. The one where Gerard is an alien that gets adopted by the Ways. This is absolutely amazing. It's a story about being different, about love and free will, and it's intense and beautiful and heartbreaking at times. I love the characterisations of Mikey and Gerard and the hints we get of the fascinating alien species/civilisation Gerard is from. The way Mikey and Gerard's mental closeness is written is just marvelous and Elena is a wonderful supporting character. (2011-06-28)
QUOTE: Mikey knows exactly the first time anyone says anything about him and Gerard. It's one of those moments, like the first time Gerard held his hand or the first time he spoke in English, that Mikey can pinpoint exactly.
The elementary school and junior high share a playground/outside lunch area and Gerard's class have lunch the same time as Mikey's have recess. So usually, Gerard would bring his lunch bag over and eat under the jungle gym while Mikey hung upside-down from the rungs and made faces at him, trying to distract him from his drawing. Sometimes it worked. Most of the time Gerard would just wrap playful blue amusement around Mikey's brain to let him know that he wasn't being ignored and keep on doing whatever he was doing.
Gerard isn't the best with other people, Mikey's noticed. He tried when he first started speaking English and started school. He used that musical energy that seemed to be a part of everything Gerard is and did that play his first grading period in school. But it hadn't done him any favors, even years later.
Mikey thinks it's because people are stupid. Gerard thinks it's because people can tell that there's something different about him. So he spends most of his time being bullied or alone.
Mikey wants to tell him that's not true. But he can't lie, not to Gerard. He'd be able to tell anyway.
Of course there's something different about him. He's an alien. There's never been anything else more different in existence, ever. Just because people don't know what it is they're picking up on that's different doesn't mean they can't tell. But people are jerks about difference so Gerard keeps to himself.
Mikey hates it when Gerard's alone, especially when he doesn't have to be. He sends out little subconscious thought telegraphs of 'I'm here, if you need me I'm here' whenever they're apart. That's pretty insufficient, though.
Gerard tries to keep those feelings from him (unless he's in art class then Mikey has a hard time focusing on whatever Mrs. Lewis is trying to say because Gerard's full of so many ideas and excited thoughts that its distracting) but it doesn't really work. Gerard thinks he needs to protect him or something, like Mikey's the one who could get taken away if anyone found out. Mikey doesn't usually fight it too hard. He likes the fact that Gerard wants to take care of him as much as he wants to take care of Gerard. (22,660 words)
author:dancinbutterfly  fandom:Bandom  activity:adoption  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  beings:aliens  beings:kids  beings:teenagers  concept:mindmeld/soulbond  concept:family  condition:mental.illness  occupation:student.elementary.school  occupation:student.high.school  occupation:student.college  things:dreams  relationship:brothers  relationship:Waycest  smut:handjob  smut:blowjob  setting:elementary.school  setting:high.school  time:pre-band  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:US:New.York  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary)  pairing:Mikey/OC(secondary)  pov:Mikey  pov:Gerard  challenge:2011.BBB  posted:2011-06  recced:2011-06  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.20k-50k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:character.study  concept:esp:telepathy  concept:esp:empathy  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
june 2011 by turlough
pikasafire: Market Value
REC: Mikey and Gerard and Gabe at the market trying to find out vital information. A very nice little glimpse of a fascinating universe. I can't wait to find out more about this world and what's going on in it. I really liked the characterisations of the Way brothers. Their differences were very intriguing. (2011-01-16)
QUOTE: "Someone's coming." Mikey warns under his breath. "Just a low guard. Thank fuck."
Gerard straightens the best he can, runs a quick hand over his face to clear the sweat that's beading on his forehead.
The guard doesn't bother mincing words, stopping in front of them, eyeing them warily. "Your guy there is looking a bit off. Not one of them psychics, are you?" He keeps one hand secure on the firearm on his belt.
Gabe shakes his head, gives him a false grin. "Fuck, man. D'you think we'd be standing if we were? This many people?" Deflecting questions. Lying's too risky, when they can't tell if there's Truthers around.
"Like I said, your guy there isn't looking too good."
"Bad meat around here." Mikey puts in, "You know what it's like." He smiles, that sweet, awkward charm that's gotten them out of more than a few scrapes.
The guard relaxes a little, loosens his grip on his gun, "Yeah," he says, "Get it from here?"
"Yeah, that stand over there." Mikey points to a stall selling chunks of chicken - it's a rare commodity these days, "I'd fuckin' avoid it it if I were you."
"Thanks for the tip," the guard eyes the stall with distaste before giving them a final suspicious once over. "You should get your friend home."
"Thanks man," Gabe says, urging Gerard forward.
Gerard focuses on putting one foot ahead of the other, back straight, head up. Don't draw attention. The headache recedes a little, his steps getting a little steadier the further they get from the crowd. "Fuck," he says, when they're far enough away that stopping isn't a risk. (1,310 words)
author:pikasafire  fandom:Bandom  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:apocalypse  concept:dystopia  relationship:brothers  relationship:established  setting:caves  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Cobra.Starship  pov:Mikey  pov:Gerard  challenge:2011.No.Tags  posted:2011-01  recced:2011-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  concept:esp:telepathy  pairing:Gabe/Gerard(primary) 
january 2011 by turlough
dancinbutterfly: Blurred Edges
REC: Gerard and Mikey has been mentally bonded since before Mikey was born. This was a wonderful story. The dynamic between Gerard and Mikey was amazing, I loved how in the end Gerard tearing down his wall was a relief for both of them. And the relationship between Mikey and Frank and the sex they had was so wonderfully warm and relaxed and friendly. (2010-08-22)
QUOTE: Mikey's just - in the years since Gerard started building the boundaries in their heads, he's never made it this difficult before. Mikey never pushes this kind of feeling on him this hard. He tends to prefer to point out, usually when Gerard least wants to think about it, that they both know the connection is always there.
'This isn't dating' Mikey replies. He punctuates it with a long lick down the column of Frank's neck. Gerard can taste Frank's skin and feel his responding moan against his lips. 'This is friends having a good time.' His hips roll forward, hard, and Gerard gasps. 'Aren't you having a good time?'
"No," Gerard gasps out loud to the empty air of his bedroom. It's not technically a lie. It feels good, the way Frank's throat rumbles under Mikey's lips and his fingers are working under Mikey's shirt to touch more skin. But getting dragged into his brother's drunken hook up is in no way his idea of a good time.
"But you like it," Mikey murmurs. He's talking to Gerard but he speaks out loud in between bites on Frank's lower lip and gentle tugs on his thick dreadlocks.
Frank laughs hot on his neck. "Fuck yeah. Your jeans are too fucking tight though," he complains, he's struggling with the button on Mikey's fly now.
"You think they're hot."
Frank rolls his eyes but doesn't argue. "Whatever. Just get them the fuck open."
Mikey leans back far enough to help him. Gerard can feel Mikey's amusement ripple through his fingers up his arms like a gentle buzz. It contrasts sharply with the heavy thrum of want that makes Gerard feel almost as drunk as Mikey is. (3,260 words)
author:dancinbutterfly  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  beings:teenagers  concept:mindmeld/soulbond  relationship:friendship  relationship:brothers  relationship:Waycest  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  smut:hairpulling  time:pre-band  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2010.Ways+1  posted:2010-08  recced:2010-08  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:PWP  concept:esp:telepathy  concept:esp:empathy  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary)  pairing:Frank/Mikey(secondary)  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Mikey(secondary) 
august 2010 by turlough
soundslikej: Eccentric Isolated Instances
REC: An early days story where Bob and Mikey gets accidentally mindmelded. I loved the warm and comfortable mood of this, and how completely ordinary it all was - Gerard's determinedly practical response in Chicago sort of setting the tone for how they all treated it. Even Frank with his million questions. Even the sex at the end felt the same way, like something warm and happymaking, both for Bob & Gerard and for Mikey. (2010-08-08)
QUOTE: "I figured," Bob said, and flinched. "I'm sorry, if it was... I don't know, there's probably some messed up stuff..." he trailed off and tapped his head lightly, not really knowing how to put voice to anything going on. He felt briefly amused, and for the first time recognized the way that it coincided with the twitch of Mikey's lips. "Oh," he said, and let his eyes drift over to Gerard, feeling that swell of emotion again, deeper than anything he had any right to be feeling. "Okay, this is *fucked up*."
"You're telling me," Mikey said, making a face. When Bob looked at him, he lifted a shoulder and said, "I was dreaming about you." He flicked a hand between Bob and Gerard, and his cheeks got redder. "You guys."
Gerard's eyes got bigger than Bob had ever thought possible. "Oh. Oh, that's." He looked at Mikey, who wasn't looking back. "*Mikey*."
"I didn't *mean* to," Mikey said, offended.
"Of course you didn't," Bob agreed. The embarrassment he felt got stronger as he scooted towards Mikey on the couch, but he also felt that the whole situation got a little more bearable when he could feel Mikey pressed up against him, his body relaxing a little.
Mikey sighed and let his head tip against Bob's shoulder. "What are we going to do?" he asked, finally looking at Gerard, and Bob felt his helplessness.
Gerard picked up Bob's list. "We're going to order food," he said, like it was the simplest thing in the universe. "We're going to order food, and then we're taking Bob back to Jersey with us."
Bob looked at him. "And then what?" he asked.
"Then?" Gerard shrugged. "Then, we'll see what happens." (5,590 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/129745 )
fandom:Bandom  concept:mindmeld/soulbond  condition:injury  occupation:sound.tech/guitar.tech  relationship:established  relationship:brothers  relationship:friendship  smut:frottage  smut:masturbation  setting:on.tour  time:early.days  location:Way.basement  geography:UK  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Bob  challenge:2010.Ways+1  posted:2010-08  recced:2010-08  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.5k-10k  author:soundslikej  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  concept:esp:telepathy  pairing:Bob/Gerard(primary) 
august 2010 by turlough
inlovewithnight: Like Any Brother Would
REC: The one where Gerard and Mikey have been soulbonded their whole lives. This is a really wonderful story. I love the way the soulbond and how it feels to them both, is written. It's so vivid and almost poetic. (2010-08-08)
QUOTE: Gerard closes his eyes and reaches out from the inside of his head, and Mikey doesn't even hesitate, just lets him the rest of the way in. Gerard spent what seems like half of his childhood not knowing where he ended and Mikey began; this double awareness pretty much feels like home. Booze and dance-floor electricity in his veins layered over exhaustion; tight jeans and heavy boots and the sharp impact of bodies layered under rough unwashed sheets; the dizzy elation of the club layered over and under and eating away at the heavy drag of apathy. God, Mikey loves shows. Gerard gets dizzy sometimes from how much Mikey lights up at flashing lights and a couple of guitars. (3,840 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/185314 )
author:inlovewithnight  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  activity:performing  beings:kids  beings:teenagers  concept:addiction  concept:sobriety  concept:mindmeld/soulbond  relationship:brothers  setting:bar/club  setting:on.tour  location:Way.basement  location:Paramour.Mansion  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:US:Los.Angeles  tour:2005.Warped  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pov:Gerard  pov:Mikey  posted:2010-01  recced:2010-08  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  concept:esp:telepathy  concept:esp:empathy 
august 2010 by turlough
soundslikej: untitled fic
REC: Three days after they met, Frank jerks off thinking of Gerard. A sequel to this story ( http://jai.dreamwidth.org/470143.html ). A wonderfully hot telepathy ficlet. (2010-02-28)
QUOTE: He slides his hand up his cock, twisting it, imagining that it's Gerard's mouth, and Gerard feels the moment when Frank relizes that after this, when he slept, he'd feel it from Gerard's side, feel his cock stretching his lips, the tug of his fingers in his hair. "Oh *fuck*," he swears, tightening his hand sharply to keep himself from coming. Gerard admires his control - if he'd been in charge, he would have come all over himself at that. He wants to *now*, wants Frank to just let go and fuck his hand, but he waits instead until he's backed down off the edge, until he's breathing steadily again and the slightest pressure against his dick isn't going to get him off instantly. (686 words)
(also at http://soundslikej.livejournal.com/322624.html)
fandom:Bandom  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:esp:telepathy  things:dreams  smut:masturbation  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  posted:2010-02  recced:2010-02  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  smut:sex.toys  author:soundslikej  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:PWP  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
february 2010 by turlough
soundslikej: untitled fic
REC: The first time Frank and Gerard met they already knew each other. A wonderful little telepathy ficlet. (2010-02-21)
QUOTE: Frank tried to say something, but all he could come up with was 'you're prettier than you look in the mirror', so he stayed silent and looked instead, seeing everything from this perspective from the first time - the messy hair, ink-smudged fingers, the eyes that were probably startlingly intense when they weren't blank with shock. "Hi," he gasped out finally, sticking out his hand like he was his grandfather or something. "I'm Frank." "I thought you knew each other," Mikey said, looking between them. "We -" Gerard's voice came out as a squeak, and he cleared his throat. "We've never really been introduced." (867 words)
(also at http://soundslikej.livejournal.com/320814.html)
fandom:Bandom  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:esp:telepathy  things:dreams  setting:bar/club  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  posted:2010-02  recced:2010-02  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  author:soundslikej  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff 
february 2010 by turlough
harborshore: Pretending Not That I Don't Know
REC: Trying to write songs is hard when your partner is thinking of of Metallica, Gerard and Ray and mutual telepathy. Sweet little ficlet with a wonderful Ray. (2010-01-24)
QUOTE: Mutual telepathy was really inconvenient, Gerard decided, when he was interrupted for the third time that morning by Ray's mental humming. "Enter The Sandman" was a fucking great song, obviously, but it wasn't exactly ideal to have it crowd into your head when you were trying to write new lyrics. Lyrics that already had a melody unrelated to Metallica's masterpiece.
"Ray," he said, and Ray looked up, surprised.
"Oh, was I doing it again?" (324 words)
author:harborshore  fandom:Bandom  concept:music  relationship:established  time:early.days  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  posted:2010-01  recced:2010-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff  concept:esp:telepathy  pairing:Gerard/Ray(primary) 
january 2010 by turlough
mahoni: The Uncharted Sea
REC: Jon is a crook who tries using his shady skills to do good things for a change. Gerard is stuck on a pirate ship, looking for a way off. This is one of the most captivating, beautiful, and terrifying stories to ever come out of bandom. It has pirates, magic, ray guns, evil robots, dragons, and many other things besides, and it's an incredibly rich story with several interweaving plotlines, spectacular worldbuilding, and absolutely first class characters and character development. It's not a easy story to read though and I often ended up feeling completely twisted up inside. It deals with several troubling themes and the warnings in the header are there for a very good reason. The story might be taking place in a fantasy universe but the characters and what happens to them feel terrifyingly real. I know this is a story that's going to stay with me for a long, long time. (2009-07-05)
QUOTE: Neither of them asked why Bob had suddenly discovered his inner angry child, and suddenly neither of them was surprised about it, either. Which was weird, because it had surprised the hell out of Gerard. And Bob too, for that matter.
"...um. But that's why I was looking for you, Mikey," Gerard said. "You need to make yourself scarce for a while. Captain didn't have any luck with me, so."
Mikey paled a little, but didn't even flinch. Frank's hands clenched into fists against his thighs, but he didn't say anything.
Gerard looked at his brother, who sat there nodding, looking resigned and trying not to be afraid, and suddenly he could see Bob again, the horror and agony on his face as he lay on the floor unable to move.
He remembered when Mikey had looked like that, though not from a spell. The first time the captain had taken Mikey instead of Gerard, Mikey had looked like that after. He hadn't said anything - he wouldn't complain about it or let himself cry, because by then it had already been happening to Gerard for a while - but he had sat there with horror and agony all over his face. Gerard had gotten so mad that Frank and Ray literally had to drag him down to the old shot locker in the bottom of the ship and sit on him so that he wouldn't go after the captain and get himself killed.
But now they both sat there, trying not to be scared or angry because... what? Habit?
Bob had seen what the captain was going to do to Gerard, and he hadn't turned around and left. He had gotten so angry. Bob, who wouldn't defend himself when pirates got drunk and decided to trash his galley with him in it, had hit the captain with a fucking skillet because of what he was doing to Gerard.
*When did this become normal?*
Mikey and Frank blinked at him, and he realized he'd said it out loud. He closed his eyes. He was *this close* to blubbering like a fucking baby. Yes, he was tired, he hurt, and he was having a pretty sucky day, but like hell was he going to cry.
He held it back and opened his eyes, and looked at Mikey.
It had been a really long time since Gerard had thought about trying to escape. He hadn't thought about it, because it was impossible; the captain had made it impossible. Ever since the first time he and Mikey had tried and failed, Gerard had done his best to just not think about it.
But there it was suddenly, stuck in his mind. Because he was seeing again the look in Bob's eyes and *this shouldn't be normal*.
He had to swallow a few times before he could speak, and by that time his eyes had started to water and blur.
"We -" Fuck, his voice was shaking. Fuck that. He pressed his hands against his eyes to hold back the tears and said, "Mikey, we have to get off this ship." (118,200 words)
author:mahoni  fandom:Bandom  activity:gun.fights  activity:killing/murder  concept:quest  activity:stealing  activity:kidnapping  activity:rescue  beings:dragons  beings:mer.people  beings:robots  beings:elementals  beings:animals.others  beings:dryads  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:rape  concept:violence  activity:drinking  concept:addiction  concept:magic  concept:torture  concept:war  concept:char.death(temporary)  concept:hostage  condition:injury  condition:PTSD  things:dreams  occupation:pirate  occupation:doctor/nurse  occupation:criminal/mobster  occupation:baker/cook  relationship:brothers  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  setting:other.world  setting:beach/lake/ocean  setting:ship/submarine  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Panic.at.the.Disco  pov:Gerard  pov:Jon  +length:epic.100k-  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2009-06  recced:2009-07  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:steampunk  concept:esp:telepathy  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Bob/Gerard(primary)  pa 
july 2009 by turlough
lovebashed: untitled fic
REC: A beautiful snippet from a 1930s magical carnival AU. I really liked this Frank and the imaginery in the story is lovely. (Don't miss crowgirl13's snippet from the same universe.) (2008-11-02)
QUOTE: ungrateful fuckers, frank thought bitterly. it would be the last time he ever helped anyone out. although it had been kind of worth it to see that flicker of hope in gerard when frank dropped the tiny bundle of once-very-much-dead now very-much-alive kitten on mikey's chest and watched it nose at mikey's clenched jaw. the wheat field outside was completely withered. mikey had been as stoic as ever, still like only paralyzed could stay, but gerard had pulled frank into a tight hug and mumbled 'thank you thank you thank you' over and over again into the collar of frank's dusty t-shirt. (811 words)
author:lovebashed  fandom:Bandom  beings:animals.cats  concept:supernatural  concept:ordinary.lives  relationship:friendship  period:1930s  setting:circus/carneval/amusement.park  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(secondary)  pov:Frank  posted:2008-11  recced:2008-11  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:fusion  fic:source:tv.show  concept:esp:psychic.healing  concept:esp:telepathy 
november 2008 by turlough
tam_cranver: As Far As the Sky
REC: In this particular reworking of the movie 'Escape to Witch Mountain', Gerard and Mikey are rather strange orphans with super powers who catch the attention of businessman Pete Wentz and his assistant Patrick. A series of unfortunate events leads to them and their friend, Frank, hitching a ride with Bob and Ray to try and figure out where they really come from. I haven't seen the movie it's based on, but that didn't matter at all for my enjoyment of this story. It's a fabulous story with just the right mix of humour and drama and action. It's charming and entertaining and the pacing is really excellent, so despite the lenght it didn't feel like a long story. Mikey & Gerard are just perfect as the weird kids, Frank rocks, Bob is totally awesome, and Ray and Bunny and the Panic guys and Cobra and Pete & Patrick - I could go on forever! - everyone's just perfect for their role. (2008-06-14)
QUOTE: Screw tact, Frank thought. You didn't see this kind of magic powers shit every day. "How'd you do that?" he asked. "With the jumping, and moving the ball, and stuff?"
Gerard winced, and he and Mikey had another silent conversation. Frank wondered if maybe they were psychic, too. That would explain why Mikey never talked. "I don't -" Gerard said, "It's not - it's nothing, it's not a big deal. I'm just a good jumper, is all."
"Are you *kidding* me?" Frank said incredulously. "You jumped, like, thirty feet in the air. That's not just being good at jumping, that's practically *flying*. And that thing you did with the floating ball - what's that called, telekinesis or something?"
"Frank..." And Gerard looked really scared now, like he might actually cry, the kind of look some of the kids had when they got out of really bad foster homes. Mikey didn't look quite as scared, but his eyes were huge in his face and his mouth was drawn up in a short, quivering line. "Please," said Gerard. "Please don't... make it a big deal. I won't do it again, I promise."
"Dude, no!" said Frank. What the hell did he think Frank was gonna do, turn him over to some government agency to be dissected? As *if*. "I'm not gonna tell anybody, swear to God, but seriously, that's the most awesome thing *ever*. Of course it's a big deal!"
Mikey gave him a serious look, which was a lot funnier coming from a skinny kid with glasses than when it was coming from Spencer or Brendon or somebody. "You gotta keep it a secret," he said slowly. "Some kids found out back home and it sucked. Mama had to pull us out of school for a year."
"I just said I wouldn't tell anyone, didn't I?" said Frank, plopping down on a soft patch of moss near the Minnellis' tree stump. "What happened?"
"They thought we were devil-worshipers or something," said Gerard with a little half-shrug, like sure, totally natural to have people think you're a devil-worshiper. "They threw rocks at us and stuff."
Frank had to raise his eyebrows at that. Where'd they come from, Salem or something? He said firmly, "Well, you clearly went to school with stupid kids." He looked at Mikey, who'd drawn his knees up to his chest and was hugging his legs. He was wearing jeans, even though it was like a million degrees out. He and Gerard both were, actually, covered in jeans and dark hoodies like they didn't want anyone to see them, and Frank maybe got a little bit why they seemed so freaked out by all the kids at the Home. He reached out a finger to poke Mikey in the leg. "So do you have superpowers, too?"
Mikey flushed and smiled crookedly, which was kind of awesome. Frank didn't think he'd ever seen Mikey smile, at least not like that. "Kind of, yeah," he said. "I can sort of talk to animals and, like, open locks and stuff."
"With your brain?" Frank asked, and Mikey nodded. "God, that's so cool." Frank sighed happily. (66,470 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/128525 )
author:tam_cranver  fandom:Bandom  concept:superpowers  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:quest  beings:orphans  beings:aliens  beings:animals.cats  beings:animals.horses  occupation:sound.tech/guitar.tech  occupation:police/detective  relationship:brothers  relationship:friendship  setting:road.trip  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  band:Panic.at.the.Disco  band:Cobra.Starship  band:Gym.Class.Heroes  band:The.Dresden.Dolls  pairing:Bob/Ray(secondary)  pov:Gerard  pov:Frank  pov:Mikey  pov:Bob  pov:Ray  pov:Patrick  pov:Spencer  pov:Travis  challenge:2008.BBB  posted:2008-06  recced:2008-06  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.50k-100k  beings:kids  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:source:movie  concept:esp:telepathy  concept:esp:telekinesis 
august 2008 by turlough
lovelypoet: Not a Big Deal
REC: Wonderful and incredibly hot telepathy fic. (2007-10-10)
QUOTE: He's pretty sure Pete still hasn't noticed. "You've noticed we're psychic, right?" Pete says, idly plunking out a few notes on his bass during a break at practice. Of course, it's always possible Patrick's wrong. "Um. Yeah?" Patrick says. "I was starting to think maybe there might be something like that going on." "No," Pete says, narrowing his eyes. "You were starting to think about mentally humming 'I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas'. If you value your life at all, don't go any further with that thought." (3,000 words)
author:lovelypoet  fandom:Bandom  relationship:friendship  smut:blowjob  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pairing:Patrick/Pete(primary)  pov:Patrick  posted:2007-02  recced:2007-10  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  concept:esp:telepathy 
august 2008 by turlough
gonnafeelgood: Figure You Out
REC: The one where Bob can suddenly read thoughts. This is one of those stories that manages to be funny and sweet and serious, all at once, and stories that do this successfully have always been my kryptonite. Particularly if they, like this one, are written in a lowkey, determinedly non-dramatic style, and filled with a quiet love for the characters and their all too human follies. (2007-11-04)
QUOTE: Bob thinks that he has already experienced the most annoying part of this psychic shit. He's already trying to block out Mikey's constant inner monologue about everything from Doritos to Anthrax, and Ray's philosophical musings, and Frankie overlapping his words and thoughts since the dude has absolutely zero verbal filter (which is really kind of creepy). Gerard is running from the room any time Bob walks in and... whatever. It's not like he cares or anything.
But no. As annoying as his bandmates are and as exponential as that irritation grows when he hears all of their crazy, stupid-ass thoughts, it turns out it can get much, much, much worse.
Bob isn't sure if they think that he's already asleep or what. He did retreat to his bunk a few hours ago, growling at Ray along the way after Ray just forwent speech entirely and *thought at him* to fuck with him in the middle of a video game, for fuck's sake. But he hasn't been sleeping, as much as he desperately wishes he could be. His iPod helps drown out the more distant thoughts and, fortunately, the rest of the guys had gone to get food somewhere. So it had been relatively quiet and he had been half-dozing.
Had been. Until they had apparently decided that it was safe to come back and go to bed. Come back, go to bed, and fucking jerk off like fucking assholes.
a flicker of Jamia's thigh, her hands moving down a tattooed stomach
full lips with a loop on the right side, blonde hair just brushing the edge of view
ohgod, right there, ohgod, ohgod, so fucking beautiful
5 o'clock shadow scratching between shoulder blades, big teeth biting the curve of ass
shh, shh, shh... can't let them hear
snatches of songs, the melody humming behind thighs and hips and stomachs, vibrating just right...
Bob groans. It's... so weird. Yeah, he knows that they jerk off in the bunks - they're in a band, not dead. But everyone's been pretty good about muffling and the basic bunk etiquette of pretending not to hear little gasps and groans. They could ignore it more or less (and Bob is not thinking about how hard he gets when he hears a particular gasp) and move on. But he can't ignore this, can't stop seeing flashes of images and smells and songs (songs? What the fuck, Toro?). (4,170 words)
(also at http://gonnafeelgood.livejournal.com/7622.html & http://archiveofourown.org/works/43660 )
author:gonnafeelgood  fandom:Bandom  concept:esp:telepathy  holiday:Halloween  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:fucking  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Bob  challenge:2007.TTT  posted:2007-10  recced:2007-11  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Bob/Gerard(primary) 
august 2008 by turlough
mwestbelle: Few Have Ever Seen a Ghost
REC: Gerard and Mikey are psychic. I love how the way they communicate is written in this story, that it's feelings rather than thoughts, it adds to the feeling of immediacy and urgency. And the story's also extremely hot. (2008-05-24)
QUOTE: Gerard remembers Mikey's first wet dream. The way they ached together, burned together to the feel of shadowed hands playing along Mikey'sthatwerealsoGerard's ribs, gentle fingertips sliding in the little hollows under each one that are hidden by soft on Gerard's body, and hot moist breath on Mikey'sthatwasalsoGerard's dick. They twitched together, hips so much slimmer than Gerard can ever remember having. He remembers the soft whimpers that echoed in his mind, that might have been his and might not have been, though it didn't really matter. He felt desperation that he hadn't felt for years, mixed with that delicious bite of *new* even though it hasn't been new to him in what felt like a long while, a formless *wanting* that he hadn't felt since he was Mikey's age. When they both woke up sticky, neither of them was embarrassed - it was nothing to be ashamed of, it was *them* and that could never be wrong - Gerard just pulled Mikey close, let the soft haze of confusion and satisfaction settle through both of them and helped Mikey strip out of his too-tight and too-sticky shirt and clean himself up. He felt the hum of 'maybe' from Mikey, and pressed a kiss to his temple, knowing that it was late, Mikey was tired and stimulated and lost. He didn't think anything of that little 'maybe', just tucked Mikey in under his arm, so Mikey could press his nose into Gerard's neck like he always manages to do anyway, and falls asleep. (1,600 words)
author:mwestbelle  fandom:Bandom  things:dreams  beings:teenagers  relationship:Waycest  smut:frottage  time:pre-band  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  posted:2008-05  recced:2008-05  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  concept:esp:telepathy  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) 
august 2008 by turlough
airgiodslv: As Close As It Gets to Home
REC: The telepath police AU. This is an incredibly well-realised AU and the way the characters fit into it is just so right. I'm not much of a Panic girl but I really like the way Spencer and Ryan's friendship is both the same and different because they're telepaths. The scene with the bombing of the hospital and Jon taking care of Spencer is wonderful and Brendon's drugged-out mind and how it feels to Ryan is fascinating. All that said, it IS Gerard and Frank and their relationship and Gerard's worrying about Mikey that really owns my heart in this story. (2008-01-20)
QUOTE: "You're still sending Urie in?" Frank's pushing, just this edge of throwing a fit, and Gerard's actually a little surprised. He doesn't know why Frank is so worried about one of his kids, this time specifically. (21,570 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/195749 )
author:airgiodslv  fandom:Bandom  occupation:police/detective  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:char.death(past)  holiday:Christmas  relationship:brothers  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:fucking  setting:office  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Panic.at.the.Disco  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Brendon/Mikey(secondary)  pairing:Jon/Spencer(primary)  pairing:Brendon/Ryan(primary)  pov:Gerard  pov:Ryan  pov:Spencer  posted:2007-08  recced:2008-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.20k-50k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  concept:esp:telepathy 
august 2008 by turlough

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