turlough + fic:category:gen   1084

doctorkilljoy: Ad Astra
REC: Centuries into the future, the Third Wave of Space Exploration is well underway. Frank, Gerard, and Grant are all members of an expedition exploring an alien planet. This is such a wonderful space AU. I love everything about the exploring of the planet, so many fascinating animals and plants! I also really like the characterisations and the relationships dynamics. So far it's my favourite BBB story this year. (2016-10-02)
QUOTE: "This is likely unnecessary, but I did promise an introduction. Gerard, this is Frank Iero, the pilot responsible for bringing me the data I showed you. Frank, this is Gerard Way, my teaching assistant and colleague."
"I'm not really a colleague," said Gerard. "I'm still working on my dissertation."
"You're getting a doctorate?" Frank asked.
"Yeah. That way I can run my own expedition. Most universities won't let you run one without a PhD." Gerard explained.
"Holy shit, good for you!" Frank exclaimed, and he meant it. Gerard beamed at him.
"We have some business to attend to," Grand said, and gestured for them both to be seated. Once they were, he said, "I've made some progress since we last spoke."
"Okay, hit me." Frank leaned back in his chair and listened.
"We still don't have a team, beyond the three of us, but I have a few leads. Including funding and preservation."
"We'd need lawyers filing paperwork to make sure that companies like Delta Corp can't sneak up on us and jump our claim," Gerard explained to Frank. "So they'll be fighting for us in court while we prove the planet fits all the criteria for further scientific study."
"Which I've been informed shouldn't be too difficult," said Grant.
"How long do we have to prove it?"
"Three months after our initial landing."
"Shit." That didn't sound long to Frank.
"Nah, it's good. Like two plant samples, one water sample and a live animal should be enough," Gerard said to him.
"Okay. But let's say one of those companies decides to say fuck it and ignore the legal mumbo jumbo. It's not like we can fix it once they start tearing the place apart."
"There are defenses for cases like that." Grant pursed his lips together, as though he were thinking. "We can make the planet safe, and make sure that people who aren't supposed to be there, aren't there."
Frank nodded. "Okay. So what's next?"
"I'm working on assembling a crew, as I said. At least for our first trip," Grant replied. "And we're missing a few key players."
"Do you know any doctors that would be good for this?" Gerard asked. Grant looked at him and Gerard mumbled sheepishly, "Doesn't hurt to ask."
"You're right." Said Grant. "I'm ashamed I didn't think of it first. Frank, is there anyone?"
Frank shook his head. "All the people I know who work in engineering or medical are at Delta Corp. And I wouldn't recommend any of them even if they weren't."
"Damn," Grant murmured. "I have a lead on another scientist we can invite, but what we need a mechanic and a doctor."
"Oh! Actually I have a mechanic in mind!" Gerard reminded Grant. "I've got a meeting set up. And Mikey's still looking for doctors who fit the criteria you gave me."
"Mikey's helping?" Frank asked, surprised.
"Yeah. He still knows a billion more people than I do."
"And we can trust him, which in this early stage is very important," Grant concluded.
Frank nodded. "Yeah, that works. What else you gotta do besides all that?"
"I'll be looking at ships in a few weeks," said Grant. "As you'll be the primary pilot, I'd like you to come with me."
"You want me to help you pick out a ship?" Frank asked. He couldn't have been more surprised, since no one of Grant's status had ever taken his opinion seriously before. (55,580 words)
author:doctorkilljoy  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:action/adventure  activity:research  activity:exploring  beings:animals.others  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:in.space!  concept:polyamory  condition:injury  occupation:pilot  occupation:scientist  occupation:explorer  relationship:UST  relationship:poly  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  smut:threesome  setting:alien.planet  setting:spaceship/spacestation  geography:UK:Scotland  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence  band:Cobra.Starship  band:Gym.Class.Heroes  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pairing:Frank/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  pov:Grant.Morrison  challenge:2016.BBB  +length:long.50k-100k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2016-09  recced:2016-10  pairing:Gabe/Victoria/Travis(secondary)  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
october 2016 by turlough
Go0se: Beasts In Repose
REC: They'd all heard the mansion was haunted, but the curse came as a suprise. This was written for the art I made and it's great. Just the right mix of spooky and serious and funny. (2016-09-18)
QUOTE: "Cell phone service is really fucking shit up in the mountains, huh?" is the first thing that Gerard hears the next morning.
He blinked a bit stupidly at Frankie, who was sitting at the fancily-but-rough-hewn wooden table and grimacing at his phone. "I was trying to call J," Frank explained, glancing up, "Just wanted to tell her we got here alright. That was, uh, about twenty minutes ago." He shook the phone in his hand, like that might help, and then set it down with distaste. "Fucking technology."
"...right," Gerard said, and then made a beeline for the coffee maker.
"Oh sorry, dude," Frank said behind him and sounding very far away. "I forgot you hadn’t caffeinated."
Gerard was focused on locating the can of coffee beans that he'd brought from his mom's house in Jersey. It turned out to be in stashed in the upper cupboard; Ray or Frank must've been re-organizing them. He took off the lid gratefully, inhaled the delicious caffeine smell, and then went ahead and filled up the carafe.
Frank was suddenly at his elbow, tapping on his arm. "Watch out with that, man," he said. "I was drinking some this morning and the taste is all off. It has extra iron deposits, or something."
Gerard paused, then shrugged. "I'll make it extra-strong," he said, "That'll cover anything."
"As long as you put a label on that shit. Your extra-strong is going to kill us all."
Gerard shrugged again, declining to answer that particular line of reasoning. It wasn't his problem if none of his band had the capillary-fortitude to withstand how strongly he brewed his caffeine. Except for Mikey, who'd been drinking with Gerard since Mom had let them try some of her morning brew. Mikey and him could have a coffee-drinking contest if either of them had an active deathwish at the same time one day.
He paused for a second, remembering his dream, and then turned to Frank with a small frown. "Have you seen Mikey yet?"
"It's only ten, he's probably still passed out."
"Right, right." Gerard opened the cupboard again and contemplated the assortment of cups and mugs, selected one, then poured himself some motivation and sat down beside Frank to drink it.
Frank took a bite out of his toast and jam. "So I was thinking about that riff that Ray and I were telling you about the other day," he said, half of the syllables muffled by the bread in his mouth and crumbs getting everywhere. (10,210 words)
author:go0se  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  fic:source:fanart  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  activity:transformation.animate  beings:animals.cats  concept:addiction  concept:music  concept:curse  condition:insomnia  geography:US:Los.Angeles  location:Paramour.Mansion  setting:mansion/palace  relationship:friendship  relationship:brothers  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2016.BBB  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2016-09  recced:2016-09 
october 2016 by turlough
SunshineAndRoseWater : A World That Sends You Reeling
REC: Gerard finds that life after the end of the world is scarily like the universe he created for the Danger Days album. A stark take of the Killjoys universe with a hopeful ending. (2016-09-18)
QUOTE: "We should go," Mikey says, standing by the window. He does this most every night. They live in a rather seedy part of the city known as Mechanic's Corner. Nothing about the location is appealing except for the unobstructed view of the desert beyond the City walls.
Gerard collapses heavily on his bed. He's already exhausted by his long day of work, he's too tired to have this argument with Mikey, again.
"There's too much radiation. Nobody can live out there for long."
"Says who?" Mikey's voice still has that far-away thoughtful quality to it. This hasn't become an argument, yet.
"Says scientists, with degrees."
"Who are employed by the government," Mikey counters.
"Christ, Mikey, don't start."
Mikey turns away from the window. "I have a point and you know it."
"No. No you don't." Gerard tugs at his hair is frustration. "For the thousandth time. This isn't Battery City. The government is not BLI. Life is not a comic book."
"Lots of people would disagree with you," Mikey snaps. "Some of the groups out there even call themselves Killjoys."
Gerard throws his hands out in frustration. "I don't give a flying fuck if they start marching and call themselves The Black Parade, we are not - Wait, how do you know what they're called?"
Mikey looks away. "Never mind."
"Mikey."
"Look, the point is that there are people out there who aren't just rolling over for a dictatorial government. There are people who are fighting back."
"Against what?" Gerard asks.
"Against this!" Mikey fires back. "Against a government that's got us in a chokehold. Against a dull, grey world where people are existing, not living. You call this bullshit a life?"
Gerard's anger flares. "This 'bullshit' means a life for Bandit. A safe one where she can achieve something and not just run around a desert wasteland. Where she'll live to be older than I ever will. That is what I care about above all else, you selfish piece of shit."
"What happened to you?" Mikey asks.
"I grew the fuck up," Gerard says. "You should too."
Mikey looks tired all of a sudden. A beat down, worn out tired. He looks a lot like Gerard feels.
"Forget it. Get some sleep."
"Mikey." Gerard puts his hand on Mikey's shoulder, but Mikey brushes it off.
"Just... go to bed, Gee. You need sleep." (26,450 words)
author:sunshineandrosewater  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  universe:Danger.Days  time:future  activity:drinking  activity:gun.fights  activity:rescue  beings:kids  concept:apocalypse  concept:dystopia  concept:politics  concept:violence  concept:char.death(past)  condition:injury  geography:US:California  setting:desert  smut:frottage  relationship:brothers  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pairing:Gerard/Patrick(primary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2016.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2016-09  recced:2016-09 
october 2016 by turlough
alessandriana: tsukimi
REC: When Rowen is possessed by a fleeing nether spirit, he and Ryo must find a way to exorcise it. A nice little adventure fic. It uses the dub version of the names though and that always makes me start a bit. The story's definitely worth reading however. (2016-09-20)
QUOTE: He bent back to his equipment, and they fell into a companionable silence for a while; Rowen watching the eclipse through his telescope as it tracked across the sky, and Ryo mostly watching the forest around them. Soon enough the eclipse began to pass through totality. He got plenty of good shots of the red glow across the face of the moon, and only stopped when he reached the end of his roll of film. Leaning back with a satisfied sigh, for the first time since the eclipse had started he looked at the moon itself without the barrier of the telescope between them.
A sudden electric shock jolted down his spine, a deep chill suffusing his bones. He took a sharp breath, rocking back a step. What the hell? He looked wildly over at Ryo, but Ryo was still staring pensively out into the forest, and didn't seem to have noticed whatever had just happened.
"Did you feel that?" he asked sharply.
"Feel what?" Ryo asked, glancing over. His eyebrows drew down when he got a good look at Rowen. Rowen realized he had his arms crossed across his chest, and he was shivering slightly, even though he knew the night was still warm. Grimacing, he forced himself to relax. If Ryo hadn't felt it, that meant it couldn't have been Dynasty. And if it wasn't Dynasty, then it probably wasn't anything to worry about.
"Nothing. I guess it was just my imagination, sorry," he said. Cautiously, he glanced back up at the eclipse, but the sensation didn't repeat itself. And he was starting to feel better, actually; the warmth of the night seeping back into his bones, the constant buzz of the cicadas steadying him. Whatever had happened, it was fading.
Ryo frowned. "Are you sure?"
Rowen flashed a slightly unsteady grin. "Yeah. It was nothing bad, I just felt kind of dizzy for a second. Hey, I'm pretty tired though - I'm gonna head to bed, alright?" Recalling the reason Ryo had come out, he asked, "You gonna be okay?"
"Yeah." Ryo nodded. "Think I'll stay out a little longer." But the frown stayed on his lips as Rowen packed up his equipment, and his gaze followed Rowen all the way back into the house. (9,770 words)
author:alessandriana  fandom:Yoroiden.Samurai.Troopers  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:action/adventure  beings:Byakuen  concept:possession  concept:magic  geography:Asia:Japan  time:future  pov:Hashiba.Touma  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2016-09  recced:2016-09  geography:myth:Yujakai 
october 2016 by turlough
akamine_chan: Come Catch Me
REC: Frank and Gerard help relocate an Allosaurus arcticus. Another outtake in the The Life of Dinosaurs series. Lots of fun but now I really want there to be white, featherd dinosaurs in our world too! (2016-09-04)
QUOTE: "What's your situation?"
"Well," Frank started. It was embarrassing, to be honest. "I'm inside the cage, of course, and the allosaurus can't get to me, thank fuck." The allosaurus opened its mouth, displaying teeth designed to tear and rend. It tried to get a good grip on the steel bars, but couldn't fit its head very far between them. It yanked and the cage jerked a few feet across the snowy ground.
About 300 feet away, Frank could see the tundra rover where Brian, Gerard, Ray, Mikey, and their A. arcticus expert, Kenojuak Ashevak, were safely ensconced, away from any allosaurus with big, gnashy teeth. There was a grinding sound, and Frank watched, alarmed, as the allosaurus chewed on one of the thick metal rods that made up walls of the cage.
"I'm safe for now, but it looks like with some effort, the allosaurus can get through the bars." He sat down on the ground and crossed his legs, because his knees were suddenly wobbly.
He could hear Kenojuak talking calmly in the background. "Well, Kenojuak says they can put a lot of pressure behind their bite, so yeah. The cage wasn't made to withstand a determined allosaurus with time on its... uh, claws," Gerard said.
"Ask him what the fuck happened," Brian said. "I swear to God, he told me he hit the mark. "
"I did!" Frank was indignant. "Tell Brian that I did!" (2,290 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  fic:genre:action/adventure  beings:animals.dinosaurs  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:alternate.world  setting:tundra  geography:Canada  relationship:established  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2016-05  recced:2016-09  activity:exploring  occupation:explorer 
september 2016 by turlough
ermengarde: Welcome to the Pineapple Parade!
REC: The one where MCR celebrate the 10 year anniversary of The Black Parde by becoming pineapple farmers on reality TV. I laughed so hard when I read this. It's a totally hilarious little fic. (2016-09-04)
QUOTE: Gerard beams at the camera. "So, like, pineapple is a major export for the people who live around here, and we came here to learn about how they grow them. It's *beep*ing..." Gerard makes a horrified face. "It's *really* hard work. And most of the time they hardly get any money for it, it all goes to like the grocery stores and big importers and shhtuff like that. You should buy fair trade." He nods.
A voice off camera asks tightly if he's learned anything else.
"Oh," Gerard waves his hands at the plants behind them. "Yeah, definitely. Plants are *amazing*, like, there's this smell when the rain comes when it's been really su... AHRG!"
There's a flying blur and Gerard falls over. A flash of thigh as he goes makes it clear that his overalls are short-shorts and then there's a lot of snickering and a lot of bleeping. Eventually Frank stands up, a smear of mud down his face.
"We also learned that the Portuguese word for pumpkin is abóbora."
The voice off camera, which sounds like it's very close to swearing, asks Frank why they learned that.
"Because I grow pumpkins." He grins. (1,150 words)
author:ermengarde  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:fluff  activity:farming  activity:film.making  geography:South.America:Brazil  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:omni  time:Black.Parade.10-year-anniversary  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2016-08  recced:2016-09 
september 2016 by turlough
winterlover: 100 Ways To Say 'I Love You' (not really 100, actually)
REC: A lovely set of drabbles set in the Danger Days universe. (2016-09-04)
QUOTE: Poison’s never talking to that fucker again! How could he think that Poison would let him join them for that dangerous mission! Two people were needed, so it was Ghoul and Poison. No time for discussion!
But when Jet puts a can of soda between them, Poison takes a sip and gently shoves it over the table to Kobra, because even being furious about him doesn’t mean he won’t share with his brother. (1,700 words)
author:winterlover  fandom:Bandom  fic:form:drabble  fic:category:slash  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  universe:Danger.Days  setting:desert  beings:kids  relationship:friendship  relationship:established  relationship:brothers  pairing:Fun.Ghoul/Party.Poison(primary)  pairing:Kobra.Kid/Pete(primary)  pov:Fun.Ghoul  pov:Kobra.Kid  pov:Party.Poison  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2016-09  recced:2016-09 
september 2016 by turlough
turps: You're Shying Away
REC: Gerard gets lost in his art. A lovely and haunting little story. And I can't decide if the ending is sad or hopeful. (2016-03-13)
QUOTE: I've seen him again.
Fingers flying, Mikey eyes the sketch artist as he sends the text, pushing his phone back into his pocket before he has to see the reply. Not that he needs to, he already knows what it says.
It can't be him. It's not possible.
But it is.
It's been almost a year and Mikey's heart is still broken. Every moment he misses Gerard, but Mikey knows where he is.
No note, no text or messages and an apartment left dirty and abandoned. All Gerard's clothes strewn on the floor and his bed unmade, and everywhere, spilled paint, hardened brushes and torn paper.
Mikey shivers, remembering Gerard's last work, the canvas left on the floor, a painted handprint smeared over a darkened landscape and billowing fog. (1,000 words)
author:turps  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:magical.realism  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:art  relationship:brothers  setting:other.world  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Mikey  pov:Gerard  challenge:2016.PicFor1000  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2016-02  recced:2016-03 
april 2016 by turlough
ermengarde : It's for the bat that I'm gonna buy
REC: The one where Mikey is the most cursed and gets by with a little help from his band. This is a delightful little story. Charming and funny and very sweet. (2016-02-07)
QUOTE: He takes a while to get out of his bunk and he nearly gets his left wing caught on the curtain, but he eventually gets free and flies all up into Gee's face and Gee almost hits him right out of the air before he realizes it's Mikey. "MikeyWay! You're a fucking *bat*."
"He's a fucking *vampire* bat" Frank shouts from behind Gerard, pulling Gerard's hands down and away from Mikey. "Mikes, you can't eat Gee's blood, he's too fucking pale already."
Gerard huffs and turns around to face Frank. "Frankie." He says, using the voice he generally keeps for explaining things to little kids. "Mikey needs to eat, and he's only tiny so he won't take much blood. And anyway, he can't eat *you*, you'll just get sick."
"I wasn't fucking offering! And I would not get sick. Dick." Frank breaks off into ridiculous giggles, and really, flying is tiring and there's really not enough space on this bus to swoop right so Mikey lands on Gerard's back. He can clamber about using his claws, which is kind of cool.
"Right then." Gerard nods and tries to turn his head so he can see Mikey on his back. (1,330 words)
author:ermengarde  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:fluff  activity:transformation.animate  beings:animals.others  concept:curse  relationship:friendship  relationship:brothers  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-08  recced:2016-02 
april 2016 by turlough
turps: untitled ficlet
REC: Gerard misses being Mikey's everything and hates that he does. Lovely and completely heartbreaking. Terri is really the queen of comment ficlets! (2016-01-10)
QUOTE: "I'll see you next week, okay," Mikey says, and pulls Gerard into a tight hug, holding on with a kiss to the cheek. It's contact that Gerard seeks out, what he craves, what, at times, he needs more than breathing.
All he wants to do is cling on, skin to skin with his brother, cheek to cheek, hands on his back, their bodies almost as one. Like before: when Gerard finally had what he wanted. (333 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/5803444 )
author:turps  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  relationship:brothers  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2016-01  recced:2016-01 
march 2016 by turlough
turps: untitled ficlet
REC: Frank and Mikey are the failiest spies. Hilarious! (2016-01-10)
QUOTE: "This is awesome!" Hands on his hips, Frank looks at himself in the mirror, unable to hide his grin as he walks forward, his hoofshoes clattering against the ground. "No one will recognise us in this." (170 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/5803444 )
author:turps  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:fluff  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:spy/secret.agent  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2016-01  recced:2016-01 
march 2016 by turlough
turps: untitled ficlet
REC: Gerard and Mikey, snow and hot chocolate. A lovely little ficlet. Quiet and intimate and full of love and happiness. (2016-01-10)
QUOTE: "Sometimes I never thought we'd get here," Gerard agrees, a giant mug of hot chocolate clutched in his hands as he takes a few steps, careful of the slippery surface as he makes his way toward Mikey. "But here we are." (250 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/5803444 )
author:turps  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:fluff  holiday:Christmas  relationship:brothers  things:snow  time:post-band  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Mikey  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2016-01  recced:2016-01 
march 2016 by turlough
syrupwit: untitled ficlet
REC: Sometimes Poison dreams of the ocean. A lovely little ficlet with a bite. (2016-01-10)
QUOTE: Sometimes, Poison dreams of the ocean. He dreams of walking for miles along a beach, trudging through hot loose sand to the firmer, darker areas at the water's edge. (128 words)
author:syrupwit  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  universe:Danger.Days  things:dreams  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Party.Poison  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2016-01  recced:2016-01 
march 2016 by turlough
ermengarde: Evil Blue Coffee-Blocking Heart
REC: An early-morning coffee related emergency in the Way & Iero household. So much fun! (2016-01-10)
QUOTE: "MIKEY!" Frank banged on the door again. "I'm coming in, your dick better not be out."
Mikey's dick was asleep in his pajamas, under his comforter, just like Mikey's brain wanted to be... Well, not the pajamas bit, that would be kinda weird, but, like, asleep and cosy and... The door opened and Mikey sighed. Apparently it was morning now.
"'the fuck, Frankie?" Mikey whined plaintively. Frank could sometimes be made to feel guilt.
"There's a fucking *THING* in our fucking KITCHEN, and it has fucking TENTACLES!"
"Wha..?" Mikey was not good before coffee. He cracked one eye open, slowly and keeping it screwed up against the nasty painful daylight. Frank was hopping from foot to foot like a manic Christmas elf and he was NOT holding coffee. Mikey closed his eye again.
"It was between me and the coffee maker Mikes, it was between me and the DOOR!" (719 words)
author:ermengarde  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:fluff  beings:monsters  things:tentacles  location:Way-Iero.apartment  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Mikey  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2016-01  recced:2016-01 
march 2016 by turlough
RubyTuesday5681: Totem
REC: It's Christmas Eve in the Zones and Gerard and Mikey are out fighting the ghosts that prey on the living. But Gerard has never been able to resist Frank. A cool and original take on the Danger Days universe and Gerard and Frank's relationship broke my heart. (2016-01-10)
QUOTE: Gerard is just rounding to where he has site of the crumbled ruins of the once beautiful amphitheater when he feels the tendrils of want curl around the back of his neck and then slowly slink away. He has to close his eyes against the sensation. It's already too much.
"You miss me so much." Gerard opens his eyes at the sound of Frank's voice. He feels his heart shudder, like the words have settled deep inside him somewhere. In his soul. Frank is still a good hundred yards away from him, seated casually on the stage inside the remaining shell of the amphitheater, but it sounds like he's right next to Gerard. It already feels like he's *inside* Gerard.
But he's not. Gerard is stronger than that. He's protected now. He has so many charms against this, there's no way Frank can absorb him. Gerard should take Frank out right now. It would be so easy. Just fire up and pull the trigger and that would be it. Then it would be over.
"Oh my love." Frank's words compel Gerard to move closer. "You don't want it to be over." Gerard can't even bring himself to argue. He could never lie to Frank. "Because you can't lie to your own soul," Frank replies in answer to Gerard's unspoken thought.
"Soulmates don't work like that." This time Gerard does argue, stopping in has tracks about twenty feet from the stage where Frank is still leaning to one side, resting on his arm out to the side behind him.
Frank laughs, "Did Ray tell you that?" Gerard flinches and Frank says, "Oh, I'm sorry. *Jet Star* told you that?"
"Don't talk about him," Gerard retorts, angrily, stalking closer. "This has nothing to do with him. This is between you and me." (4,660 words)
author:rubytuesday5681  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  universe:Danger.Days  beings:ghosts  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:supernatural  concept:char.death(past)  concept:esp:general  concept:mindmeld/soulbond  concept:magic  holiday:Christmas  occupation:supernatural.investigator  setting:desert  smut:fucking  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2015.Bandom.Holidays  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-12  recced:2016-01 
march 2016 by turlough
prophetic: Merry and Bright
REC: The mall is weird, but it has its moments of Christmas beauty. A charming and happymaking story about Frank's job at the mall from Thanksgiving to Christmas, both the good and the bad, and how he meets Gerard and the evolution of their relationship. Parts of it made me laugh out loud and others made me sigh with happiness. (2016-01-10)
QUOTE: Frank puttered at the counter, rearranging piles of clothes into other, slightly more stable piles, connecting garments with hangers where he could. It wasn't much good without a rack to hang them on. He collected as many of the dressing room number tags as he could - the tags and number limits hadn't even begun to control the flood of people today - and started to replenish the empty tag hooks.
"Can you help me?" A small, worried voice floated out from the dressing rooms.
Frank looked down the row of doors and saw the guy had peeked his head awkwardly out of the last door and was looking at Frank. Frank hurried down to him.
"What can I do for you?"
"Well, I..." The guy's voice trailed off and he edged open the door, which he had been using to shield his body from the view of Frank or anyone else who might have been in the hallway. "I'm kind of... not sure about these pants."
He was wearing a pair of pants that was, Frank estimated conservatively, about three sizes too large. They hung with reasonable security off his waist, but the front pleats drooped sadly and the cuffs creased and bunched around his feet. Frank frowned in concentration as he took this in. The guy was anxious, and this was why. He didn't know how to shop. Frank felt a smile pricking behind his cheekbones and the beginnings of a laugh at the back of his throat, so he frowned harder.
"I... haven't had to buy dress pants in a really long time," the guy offered by way of explanation.
"Well, okay," Frank began carefully, fighting the prickly feeling in his cheeks. "I think these might be a little big for you." That was the least of the pants' problems, really. Frank flashed back to the day he'd come to work in an old pair of pants he'd pulled out of the back of his closet. They had pleats at the front and cuffs that just barely brushed the tops of his shoes. Pete had sent him home to change, with orders not to come back until he was in different clothes, had disposed of the pleated pants permanently, and could explain the difference between a half-break and full-break hem. And now the fit of men's pants had turned into something Frank could evaluate quickly, thoroughly, without thinking. Something he knew an embarrassing amount about.
"So, the fit," Frank said to the guy, "The fit is the first thing. I can get you some different sizes." His exhaustion was making him chatter, but the guy was looking at him so earnestly. And those eyebrows. (10,420 words)
author:prophetic  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  activity:shopping  concept:ordinary.lives  holiday:Thanksgiving  holiday:Christmas  occupation:shop.assistant  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  setting:shop  setting:mall  things:snow  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence  band:Fall.Out.Boy  band:Gym.Class.Heroes  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2015.Bandom.Holidays  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-12  recced:2016-01 
march 2016 by turlough
ermengarde: Somebody Needs To Sing a Christmas Carol
REC: A charming story from the North Pole about Frank the Union Rep Elf and Gerard the awkward and charming nerd who's at risk of losing his job. So much fun and so sweet! (2015-12-27)
QUOTE: It takes Gerard six fucking days to respond to Frank (six fucking days and another four chimney mails) and then he doesn't respond like a normal person, replying to the mail and setting up an appointment, he turns up at Frank's *home*.
Actually, he's dragged to Frank's home by a lanky dude that Frank's seen around the mail-room and the union meetings and more or less anywhere there's a coffee pot. The lanky dude bangs on Frank's front door until Frank comes through from where he's been trying to replace the taps on the kitchen sink, and then Lanky Dude pushes the rumpled, paint covered vampire dude he's holding by the wrist forward until Vampire Dude is trapped between Lanky Dude and Frank's door. Frank looks at them warily through the bubbled glass of his front door... neither Lanky Dude nor Vampire Dude are, like *big* and it's fucking freezing outside and they're both in fucking band shirts... and really it's the combination of goose pimples he can fucking see through the glass and the Misfits and Bouncing Souls shirts that decides Frank. No one wanting to do harm would dress like that.
Frank opens the door.
Lanky Dude shoves Vampire Dude in the back, and he stumbles forwards into Frank. "Gee, this is Frank, the nice man who's been trying to help you for a week. Frank, this is my idiot brother, Gerard."
Lanky Dude turns and leaves, Vamp...Gerard, Lanky Dude's brother apparently, is half collapsed into Frank's arms, and he smells of hair dye and cigarettes.
It takes a moment for Gerard to start pulling himself back off of Frank, it's like he doesn't quite believe that his brother actually just did that. When he's eventually upright again, Frank looks at him, raises an eyebrow and waits.
Gerard stares at him and runs his hand through his already messy black hair, pulling it into his face. He looks like a teenager, and Frank knows for a fact that Gerard is older than him. He'd heard rumors that the original elfing families had a little bit of, like, actual *mythic* elf blood in them, but looking at Gerard's face is the first time he's ever actually believed it.
"Ummm." Gerard bites his lip.
It is physically painful to watch someone being as socially awkward as Gerard is currently being and Frank is not an actual fucking monster. "Hi." He says, sticking out his hand for Gerard to shake. "I'm Frank Iero, your Labor Union representative." (5,900 words)
author:ermengarde  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  beings:Santa.Claus  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:genderfuck  concept:art  holiday:Christmas  occupation:elf  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:union.representative  relationship:UST  setting:office  geography:North.Pole  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  +length:medium.5k-10k  challenge:2015.Bandom.Holidays  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-12  recced:2015-12 
january 2016 by turlough
akamine_chan: I Lost My Fear of Falling
REC: A beautiful and haunting and completely hearbreaking story where Gerard meets himself from a reality where Mikey committed suicide at the Paramour. (2015-12-20)
QUOTE: "Fuck that shit," the other Gerard snaps. He paws through the clutter on the desk, finds a vial of pills, shakes some out. He washes them down with a swig of vodka from an almost empty bottle. "Fuck off."
Gerard's at a loss. He doesn't know how to handle this otherself. In the past he'd snap right back, use words to cut where it'd hurt the most. But he's not that person anymore, hasn't been for years. "It can't be that bad," he says. "I know it might seem like -"
"Really?" the other Gerard interrupts. "Now that I've finally gotten the balls to do what I shoulda done years ago, you're gonna give me a stupid pep talk about how it gets better and I have so fucking much to live for?" His voice is biting. He stubs out his cigarette and immediately lights another, face turned away. "You're fucking kidding me."
With sudden clarity, Gerard *knows*. This isn't rock bottom, this is what happens when you break past that and *keep falling*. Down into a darkness where the light never, ever reaches. A place where the night is forever and it seems impossible to hang on for one more minute. (1,760 words)
artist:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  concept:alternate.world  concept:doppelganger  concept:suicide  concept:addiction  concept:char.death(past)  relationship:brothers  time:post-band  geography:US:Los.Angeles  geography:US:New.Jersey  location:Paramour.Mansion  location:Way.basement  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-11  recced:2015-12 
january 2016 by turlough
akamine_chan: Outtakes from the Life of Dinosaurs
REC: Gerard and Frank give DinoEgg Oatmeal a whirl. More from the same universe as It Was Really Me, It Was Really You. A very cute little ficlet. (2015-10-18)
QUOTE: "Aaaaand... action!"
Ray panned the camera around Frank and Gerard's kitchen. It was open and charming, warm sunlight slanting in from the windows.
"Hi everyone," Gerard chirped. "We're here at home, enjoying a well deserved break, taking the time to recover from our latest adventures. A faithful viewer sent us a dinosaur related product they found at their local grocery and today we're gonna give DinoEgg Oatmeal a whirl."
Frank helpfully brandished the colorful box toward the camera. "Normally, this kind of thing wouldn't be allowed in our house, because Gerard believes in eating only naturally-sourced, ethically-produced, harvested-under-a-blue-moon-by-children-blessed-by-the-Dalai-Lama-himself-oatmeal-"
"Fuck *off*," Gerard said, sotto voce.
Ray winced; that would be a tricky edit. (983 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:alternate.world  occupation:scientist  occupation:explorer  relationship:established  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Ray  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-10  recced:2015-10  beings:animals.dinosaurs 
november 2015 by turlough
akamine_chan: The Sharpest Lives 'verse Ebook (Sharpest Lives 'verse 1)
REC: Aka has made an ebook for The Sharpest Lives series! With illustrations by josie, hooray! (2015-10-18)
QUOTE: I will try my best to continue creating ebook updates as I write more stories in this 'verse.
It is available in .epub and .mobi format, but be warned, the .mobi format is not as pretty as the .epub.
It contains 34 stories, ~40,045 words, and eight pieces of awesome art.
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:PWP  universe:Sharpest.Lives.verse  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:apocalypse  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  occupation:musician  occupation:rebel  setting:desert  geography:myth:Battery.City  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Party.Poison(primary)  pairing:g3rard/Party.Poison(primary)  pov:Gerard  pov:Party.Poison  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-08  recced:2015-10  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  universe:Danger.Days 
november 2015 by turlough
akamine_chan: Ghost of You (Sharpest Lives 'verse 27)
REC: Día de los Muertos was special out in the Dust. Another installment in The Sharpest Lives series. I managed to miss this when it was posted which makes me very sad because it's wonderful. Poignant and heart catching, and the glimpse we get of Zonerunner culture is so rich and vivid. (2015-10-18)
QUOTE: They got to Forest Lawn just as dusk settled, stealing away the light of day. In the purple-dark sky, there was the faint sparkle of stars that was echoed by the seemingly endless number of candles, lanterns, glowstiks and genny-powered strings of lights that flickered across the landscape, set atop stone monuments, crypts and gravestones, carried in skeletal hands, adorning the walls of tents and temporary shelters.
There was definitely a carnival atmosphere; in the first few minutes they saw stilt-walkers and fire-eaters, jugglers and musicians, most with their faces painted with representations of skulls. There were cloth and canvas tents set up, some selling goods and services, some just a place to rest or make deals.
It was life at its loudest and Poison couldn't stop a smile from stealing across his face.
In its heyday, Forest Lawn had been true to its name, green rolling hills and trees. Since the Bombs, it had been claimed by the Dust, brown and dry. The majority of the statuary and headstones were intact, the trees still standing, but the lush grass was long gone. It should have been desolate and lifeless, but the people who came to celebrate the Día each brought a tiny spark and together they combined to shine brightly, pushing back the darkness.
They spent some c's on candles and found a headstone to call their own. Ghoul set up the candles while Kobra lit them and Jet pulled out the bottle of half-decent alk they'd gotten just for the occasion. (3,360 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  universe:Black.Parade  universe:Sharpest.Lives.verse  beings:ghosts  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:rebellion  concept:apocalypse  concept:supernatural  relationship:established  setting:desert  things:Gerard's.platinum.hair  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Party.Poison(primary)  pov:Party.Poison  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-08  recced:2015-10  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  universe:Danger.Days 
november 2015 by turlough
akamine_chan: It Was Really Me, It Was Really You
REC: Gerard and Frank are rival hosts of dinosaur nature shows but their new boss forces them to work together. This is a great story. I loved the way Gerard and Frank's relationship evolved and all the shennaningans they got up to filming dinosaurs all over the world. And looking up and reading about all the dinosaurs they encountered was so much fun. Also, make sure to check out the art, it's very cool. (2015-09-27)
QUOTE: "I think it drags a little in the middle."
Gerard's temper flared. "Fuck you, it *doesn't*. Not everything has to be super sparkly bells and whistles."
"We're trying to dazzle Morrison with what we've got planned." Frank pointed out.
Frank was calm, clearly not being contrary for the sake of being difficult, for once. Gerard took a deep breath. "But we don't want to oversell ourselves, either."
Frank made a so-so motion. "I think we need to go big or go home." He grinned. "Besides, we *can't* oversell this. It's going to be fucking amazing, and we're going to win awards and Morrison is going to erect statues in our honor..."
Gerard giggled against his will and flipped through his presentation notes. "Okay, boring, huh?"
Frank blew his bangs out of his face. "No, not *boring*. It just loses a bit of momentum. And it shouldn't, because we're going from ceratopsians to our miscellaneous episode, and there's going to be some epic dinosaurs and dinosaur-like animals in that episode.
"And instead of presenting it like a dumping ground for dinosaurs that didn't fit in any of the other episodes, we want to act like we put these dinosaurs together because they're so damn awesome."
"Oh." Gerard chewed on the end of his pen. "Yeah, okay, I see what you're saying." He took a few quick notes. "I'll fix it."
Frank beamed at him. "All right. Let's keep going."
They ran through the rest of the presentation, hammering out further details, smoothing out a couple of rough spots. They argued a little over who should present which part, but for the most part, it was done.
They ended up budgeting seven and a half minutes to talk about each episode. It wasn't enough, of course, because Frank and Gerard could go on and on about dinosaurs, but that kept the presentation at a reasonable sixty minutes.
"You know, I could do all the talking, and get it done in half the time." Gerard pushed his hair away from his face.
Frank snorted. "Yeah, you could. And no one would understand a word."
"True," Gerard admitted. "Just a thought."
"Yeah, no." Frank shuffled through his notes. "Anything else? Or are we done for the night?" It was early for them, only a little after two A.M.
"Done, done, done," Gerard said, and Frank noticed for the first time how tired he looked.
"You're exhausted."
Gerard nodded. "Haven't been sleeping well. Nervous about the presentation."
Frank squeezed his shoulder, and couldn't help letting his hand linger for a little longer than necessary. "We're almost done. Dress rehearsal tomorrow, Morrison the day after."
Gerard paled a little, and swallowed. "Yeah."
"We're gonna be great."
"I know." He did; they were going to rock Morrison's socks off. It was just the anticipation and the waiting that made him anxious. (25,240 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  activity:film.making  activity:exploring  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:alternate.world  condition:injury  occupation:scientist  occupation:explorer  relationship:UST  setting:beach/lake/ocean  setting:forest/jungle  setting:animal.shelter  geography:Asia:China  geography:Australia  geography:US  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  challenge:2015.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-09  recced:2015-09  beings:animals.dinosaurs  geography:South.America:Brazil 
october 2015 by turlough
dear_monday: Spun
REC: If there is one thing Gerard hates more than his job at the record store it's his co-workers. But when Brian announces that he's selling the store everything changes. This was so much fun. I laughed and laughed when I read it. The characterisations are perfect, they're all very much themselves just with everything exaggerated - I'm particularly fond of stroppy music snob!Ray. And the dialouge is hilarious. So much bantering and bitching! (And don't miss the art, it's fabulous!) (2015-09-20)
QUOTE: Watching Frank yell at customers always cheers Gerard up. Although, actually, this is nothing on the time two weeks ago when Frank caught a kid shoplifting, discovered that it was a Christina Aguilera CD she was trying to hide under her hoodie, and sent her on her way with as much of the pop section as she could carry - free of charge. Brian was not impressed.
Ray is the next one to arrive, uncharacteristically late. "Sorry, Brian," he calls. "Someone held up that hi-fi store over on Dewitt last night, there was traffic." He turns to Frank. "You mind if I put some music on?"
"What are you, deaf? I got here first, I get to pick the music today." Frank folds his arms stubbornly, but the fact that he's standing on tiptoes to meet Toro's eyes kind of spoils the effect.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought it was just a bunch of idiots with instruments making *noise*," Ray snarks, and Gerard groans inwardly. Not again. It'll be the fifth time this week that they've had this exact argument, word for word, and it's only Tuesday morning.
"Asshole, this is *real* music," retorts Frank. "It's got a *message*, not like all your doom-and-gloom shit."
"Yeah, and the message is that none of these people can *play*!" Ray throws his hands up like he does every time. "Punk's not about music, it's about who can be the most obnoxious! Real music is - is people with *talent*, not these morons who think complaining is the same as social commentary!"
"Motherfucker," Frank growls, "Say that again and I swear to god -"
"ENOUGH," Brian roars from the back office. "Accounts are enough of a pain in the ass without you fuckers! Don't you all have jobs to do?"
Ray skulks off to the stock room, muttering darkly about a decimalized cataloguing system and the kind of Reorganization that merits a capital letter. Toro's job seems to involve a lot of hanging out in the stock room with his headphones on, especially when Frank has won the day's music choice privileges.
Mikey ambles in next, yawning and trying to flatten his hair down. He stands and looks at the stereo for a long moment, a slight frown creasing his forehead. To the experienced Mikey-watcher, this is a sure sign of blinding rage. He turns a blank look on Frank that promises retribution in the form of an entire day of the greatest hits of Blur, then picks up a large box containing a hotchpotch of used CDs and vinyl and carries it over to the door of the stock room. He heaves the door open and a brief blast of Metallica filters out, mingling with the Black Flag still thumping raggedly out of the counter stereo. Ray is chief stock organizer, but Mikey is de facto purchaser of second hand shit. Something about his general aura of hipsterish disdain allows him to get away with paying people half of what their stuff is worth while leaving them with an inexplicable feeling of shame.
Gerard goes back to ignoring the world and nursing his hangover in (relative) peace.
A little later, another guy walks in and makes a beeline for the counter. Frank and Gerard conduct a quick round of rock-paper-scissors, which Frank wins.
"Yours," he mouths at Gerard, who turns reluctantly to face the customer. (25,530 words)
author:dear_monday  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  fic:source:movie  activity:drinking  activity:performing  activity:robbery  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:shop.assistant  occupation:musician  occupation:small.business.owner  relationship:friendship  setting:shop  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  smut:fucking  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Mikey/Pete(secondary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2015.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-09  recced:2015-09 
september 2015 by turlough
akamine_chan: Let This World Explode (Sharpest Lives 'verse 31)
REC: It's stupid but Poison can't help feeling self-concious about his shaved head. Another fascinating glimpse from the Sharpest Lives 'verse and Poison & Gerard's relationship. I will never grow tired Aka's take on the Killjoys and the Danger Days universe. (2015-07-12)
QUOTE: "What the fuck happened to you?"
Poison's hand goes up before he can stop himself, rubbing at the dark fuzz on his head. It's stupid, but he can't help feeling self-conscious about it. "Nothing," he mumbles, shoulders hunching. He has to get out of here, before Gerard starts asking questions that he doesn't want to answer. "Gotta jet."
"Wait, Poison -"
He shakes off Gerard's hand, doesn't let himself turn back to look, slams out the door of the Fuck You house and heads back to the diner. It's late, and business has been slow, anyway. (1,050 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  universe:Sharpest.Lives.verse  activity:hair.cutting/dyeing  activity:salvage  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  concept:apocalypse  condition:PTSD  relationship:established  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Party.Poison(primary)  pov:Party.Poison  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-07  recced:2015-07  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
july 2015 by turlough
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
Tigress33: Older Than Water (Stubborn As Stone)
REC: When Gerard was young he thought there were two types of people, Chosen and Not Chosen. Now he knows there are the lucky and those like him, the unlucky. A cool story with a nice Gerard characterisation. I hope there will be more some day. I really want to know how Gerard and his dragon's relationship develops and see more of this fascinating world. (2015-05-31)
QUOTE: Gerard, pinned, clenched his eyes and breathed out when the dragon closed its fangs around his neck, counting down. He felt the fangs break skin and prepared himself. He knew he couldn't get out of this. Grant had wasted so much on him. Even Wentz and Stump, who had put their faith in him to complete some mission. His partner, still out there and waiting for him, still hurting and as angry as him at the world for failing them.
The dragon clenched its jaw, but nothing happened after skin was broken. He could feel the dragon trembling, feel the rage boiling under skin and scale, but he wasn't dead. It pulled back from him like he had burnt it, and screamed again, sounding even angrier than before. It bit him on the shoulder this time, but after skin was broken it went no deeper. Gerard could *feel* the desperation in it, feel how much it wanted to hurt him but, at the same time, couldn't. Could feel how, like him, it was throwing away the sword after each threat of violence.
On the fourth bite, Gerard felt tears. He knew dragons could cry, though it was through a different physiological system than humans, but he hadn't quite believed it until then, when, through the growling and biting, tears dripped onto him.
Gerard felt his eyes well and, without reason, he began to sob. The dragon reared back and he reached out, caught her face in his and pressed their foreheads together. There was a light, so bright it blinded, but it was gone almost before it had begun as the dragon broke the connection. She slammed her clawed foot into his chest, breaking through shirt and skin again, and snarled at him.
"How could you leave me!?" She shouted, her wings spreading wide, to intimidate, "*How could you leave me!?*"
"I didn't!" Gerard said desperately, "I could never -"
"Now!" A new voice unnoticed and loud, yelled. There was a thin sound and she went down on top of him, tears still streaming from her hazing eyes. Gerard gasped, felt his vision darken and his lungs collapse on him like she had. He was out before the people from before were on them. Somehow, even unconscious, Gerard had to be peeled away from his grip on her. (25,180 words)
author:tigress33  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:source:fanart  activity:stealing  beings:dragons  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:art  concept:magic  concept:mindmeld/soulbond  condition:illness  condition:injury  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:wizard/witch  relationship:friendship  setting:other.world  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pov:Gerard  challenge:2015.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-05  recced:2015-05 
june 2015 by turlough
dear_monday: I Think I'll Wait Another Year
REC: Gerard knows Mikey will come back. A lovely little story with wonderful Way brothers interaction. (2015-05-24)
QUOTE: What Gerard doesn't know is exactly what he's waiting for. He visits Mikey's body often and he tries talking to it, sometimes bargaining, sometimes pleading. It doesn't help. For a while, Gerard leaves his front door on the latch and his window ajar at night, hoping. He shivers under the sheets when the cold breeze rakes over his skin, and every morning is another little bereavement when he wakes up alone. Eventually, he starts locking his doors again.
Gerard knows Mikey will come back, but that doesn't make his absence any easier to bear. Gerard feels his heartbeat falter when he sees a stranger with Mikey's eyes, feels his chest constrict when he plays Mikey's favorite song and hears Mikey singing along, as if Gerard's memories have imprinted themselves onto the vinyl. He'd be lying if he said he never thought about following Mikey down, just stepping off the sidewalk into the traffic or filling his stomach with pills. It would be easy. Easier than this, anyway. The only thing that stops him is the thought that Mikey is coming back, and Gerard has to be here when he does.
Gerard knows Mikey will come back. All he has to do is wait. He can do that. (1,260 words)
author:dear_monday  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  beings:zombies  concept:char.death  relationship:brothers  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-05  recced:2015-05 
may 2015 by turlough
akamine_chan: Deflect the System
REC: The man who used to be Fun Ghoul is tied to a chair. He doesn't believe Jet when he explains that Ghoul was captured BLI and brainwashed. This is a wonderful little story. I love how Party Poison is written, how much he loves Ghoul and everything he's willing to do to get him back. I also really like how aware the Killjoys are that what they're doing to get Ghoul back is very similar to what BLI did when they tried to erase him. The myriad shades of grey and the lack of clear lines between right and wrong, Killjoys and BLI, is part of what makes this world feel so real. (2015-05-10)
QUOTE: Poison worries that one day the medtechs will figure out a way to permanently remove memories during reeducation, wipe them completely clean like the sterile white walls in Battery City. He tries not to think about it too much, but it's always in the back of his mind, nibbling away at his sanity like a city-bred rat.
Undoing BLI's reeducation isn't easy, but it can be done. The first step is to let all of the drugs clear Ghoul's system - two weeks of intense detox. It sucks, it fucking *sucks*, but it's the surprisingly easy part of the process. It's a matter of keeping Ghoul restrained (Poison learned that one early on, and still has the scar), and hydrated.
The first few days, the man who was Fun Ghoul passively resists them. He wants to go *home*, back to his clean white living unit in Battery City, away from the dirt and the heat and the dust. The Killjoys scare him, desert terrorist scum that they are, and he's stubborn as fuck, refuses to cooperate with even the simplest of tasks.
He responds to every question with, "Gaffney, Frederick A, ID number 287804876143" like a good little drone.
"Frederick A. Gaffney?" Poison repeats dubiously. "Really?" (1,290 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  activity:detoxing  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:brainwashing  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  condition:amnesia  concept:medication  occupation:rebel  relationship:established  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Fun.Ghoul/Party.Poison(primary)  pov:Party.Poison  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-05  recced:2015-05 
may 2015 by turlough
reading_is_in: Five times Ghoul Didn't let Poison Kiss Him (And One Time He Did)
REC: What it says in the title. A wonderful glimpse of life in the Zones with a great Frank characterisation and a heartbreaking ending. (2015-05-10)
QUOTE: Ghoul sighs. He's uncomfortable. "We all chose this life," he says at last.
"Yeah," whispers Poison. He tilts his face, so that their lips are suddenly very close, and his eyes are liquid. They seem to draw in breath at the same time.
"Stop," Ghoul says.
Poison blinks.
"I wasn't -"
"I know. It's just. Not now, okay? It's not -" It's not time. It's too much. Too much of one kind of feeling and not enough of the other, and Ghoul doesn't understand Poison's motivations.
"Right," Poison blinks, draws back.
They watch the night together. (2,080 words)
(also at http://bandom-meme.dreamwidth.org/19917.html?thread=652493#cmt652493 )
fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  beings:draculoids  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:char.death  concept:rebellion  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-05  recced:2015-05  author:reading_is_in  universe:Danger.Days 
may 2015 by turlough
inlovewithnight: Cryptophase
REC: Mikey remembers Gerard's voice first, before anything else. Another beautiful and thoughtprovoking look at the Way brothers and their relationship. Lovely writing and imagery. (2015-04-12)
QUOTE: "I'm scared."
"It's gonna be great. You're gonna be great."
"And if I'm not?"
"You will be." Gerard slides his hand up to rest on Mikey's chest, just above his heart. "You're here, and you're gonna be great, and the kids are gonna be so excited. You can do this."
"I'm not doing it for the kids."
Gerard's hand thumps lightly against Mikey's chest, tap tap tap, like he's petting Mikey's heart through flesh and bone.
Mikey turns his head and stares at Gerard until his brother meets his eyes. "I'm not doing this for the kids."
"You're doing it for yourself." Gerard nods. "I know."
Mikey sighs and looks up at the ceiling, then closes his eyes again. Yes. He's doing it for himself.
But he's doing it because Gerard asked him to. (1,570 words)
author:inlovewithnight  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  activity:performing  concept:addiction  concept:sobriety  things:memories  relationship:brothers  geography:Asia:Japan  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Gerard.and.the.Hormones  band:Electric.Century  pov:Mikey  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-04  recced:2015-04 
april 2015 by turlough
akamine_chan: Don't Try
REC: Gerard struggles while Mikey is in rehab. A lovely look at the Way brothers and their complicated relationship with life and with each other. Wonderfully hopeful ending. (2015-04-12)
QUOTE: And because she knew him so well, she took in his unwashed hair and rumpled clothes, the slouch of his shoulders and used her words to *cut* through the haze of guilt he'd wrapped around himself. "How much longer are you planning on hiding in here?" She gestured to his desk. "It's not like you're getting anything done."
He felt raw, like every nerve was exposed. "Just leave me alone!"
She narrowed her eyes at him. "You did *not* just yell at me," and her tone had him on the defensive, because he had just yelled, and that wasn't how they did things.
He took a deep breath, trying to be reasonable. "I just need some time to -"
"To what, Gerard? Brood? Blame yourself?"
"I should have -"
"Gerard." She reached out and touched his face. "He's family. We all should have. But we didn't. So now we pick up the pieces, fit them back together, and wait for them to heal."
He wanted to argue that it wasn't that simple, but he didn't have the energy. (1,700 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  activity:performing  concept:addiction  concept:sobriety  relationship:brothers  geography:US:Los.Angeles  geography:Asia:Japan  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Gerard.and.the.Hormones  band:Electric.Century  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-03  recced:2015-04  things:memories  pov:Gerard 
april 2015 by turlough
primsong: Reciprocal Quandaries
REC: Together with the Second Doctor, Ben, Polly, and Jamie visits the 1900 Paris Exposition and of course get entangled in a dastardly plot. An entertaining story with engaging plot and good characterisations. Polly is particularly nicely written and seeing the Exposition through the eyes of the characters is lots of fun. (2015-03-08)
QUOTE: "Ah, here we are now," the Doctor said bustling back into the console room and tweaking the scanner. "Yes. Exactly right. Paris exposition of 1900." He peered up at the image thoughtfully and rubbed his chin. "It appears we're behind some sort of mechanical display, a diesel engine, perhaps. Diesels were quite new at this time. And good, good! We're just before the awards were given out. Oh yes, I would like to see that." He adjusted the stove-pipe hat he'd perched on his head and stuffed a clean handkerchief into his front pocket.
"Are ye sure about that hat?" asked Jamie
"Sure about it?" the Doctor said indignantly. "I thought it looked rather nice."
"Oh, it does!" said Ben a little too breezily. The Doctor frowned at this, his chin jutting out as he contemplated a rebuff to their needling. Ben opened his mouth again, but Polly elbowed him sharply.
"It looks fine," she assured, "Very stylish and... very... tall!"
The frown vanished to be replaced with a beaming smile. "Yes, I thought so too. Thank you, Polly." He reached up and adjusted it again. "And all of you look just fine."
"What about Jamie?" asked Ben, gesturing at the image on the scanner. "He's not dressed like those blokes."
"No need to worry," the Doctor assured them, poking a couple buttons on the console and reaching for the door control. "He won't be out of place. The exposition had people in traditional and native dress from all sorts of nations. It's what you might call 'cosmopolitan' but only in a limited way, since most of the cosmos isn't really represented, but for Earth it's quite nice, yes, quite nice."
The doors swung open.
"Oh. Hm," the Doctor said. There was barely enough room for them to squeeze out past stacked wooden crates.
"Need to practice where you park it," Polly smiled.
"At least it's hidden well enough," Ben said. "They didn't have police boxes in 1900, did they?"
The four of them carefully made their way around a large metal fabrication of some kind, edged around a large wooden sign and joined in with the light crowd that was flowing along the hall and out the wide doorways. The weather was mild and comfortable with only a bit of a breeze to stir the feathers on the ladies hats and lend the various buntings and pennants some motion. Ben and Polly looked around somewhat wide-eyed at the amazing variety of booths, buildings and activities. Jamie adjusted his plaid a bit nervously and stepped closer to the Doctor, who was turning in a slow circle so he could see everything and looking quite pleased.
"Oh look, look there," he chirped, giving his hands a little clap of delight. "Candy floss! Yes, here's something you'll like, I'm sure of it. It was brand new at this expo, you know, and just lovely stuff. We'll have to have some." Ben and Polly tagged along after him in amusement as he made a beeline for one of the gaily decorated booths.
"Candy floss?" asked Jamie in an undertone.
"Spun sugar," Polly clarified. "Slow down, Ben."
Jamie nodded. "Aye, well, that explains it. He's always that quick for sweets." He grinned as he left them behind to catch up with the bobbing stovepipe hat; the Doctor was rapidly vanishing into the crowd. By the time he caught up with him, he was in the short queue for a gaily-decorated booth and digging around in his jacket pocket for money.
"Ah, there you are. Here, hold this," he said, handing Jamie a wad of multicoloured bills and sifting through a small handful of coins. He looked up as Ben and Polly reached them, apologizing as they edged around a rather large woman who had joined the queue in the meantime.
"There's a sign back there," Ben gestured. "Says the Turbinia's t' be seen along the quay!"
"What's a turbinya?" asked Jamie.
"A ship," said Polly, rolling her eyes at Ben's naval obsessions as the queue shuffled forward.
"The Turbinia wasn't just any ship, Pol," defended Ben. "She was the fastest ship in the world!" (31,510 words)
author:primsong  fandom:Doctor.Who  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:fluff  activity:brawling  activity:kidnapping  activity:rescue  activity:robbery  activity:sightseeing  activity:time.travel  concept:doppelganger  companion:Jamie.McCrimmon  companion:Polly.Wright  companion:Ben.Jackson  doctor:3rd  period:19th.century  geography:Europe:France  things:Tardis  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2010-10  recced:2015-03 
march 2015 by turlough
primsong: Just a Little One
REC: Zoe just wants a pet... Quark. Very cute and fun. (2015-03-08)
QUOTE: "Shall we de-stroy?" asked the little robotic voice as it waddled after its master. "Shall we...?" It sounded so innocent and childlike. The tall, frowning man ahead of it disappeared over the ridge, apparently unmindful of the Quark's slower gait.
Zoe peeked out over the rocks. "Aww, Jamie," she said. "It's adorable."
"It's a beastly wee Dalek, that's what it is," glowered the Scot as he pulled her back down by the hem of her dress. She lightly smacked the back of his hand and peeped over the boulder again.
"No it isn't, it's just a robot. And it's so cute! Do you think the Doctor would let me keep one?"
Jamie stared at her. "Whatever would y' be wanting a robot for? Are you daft?"
She looked back down at him. "I like robots. They aren't all bad, you know."
"The last thing we need is a talkin' tea-kettle in the TARDIS, especially one like that."
"Why? The Doctor could probably fix it so it isn't dangerous for us."
"Oh, right," Jamie said, rolling his eyes. "An' the sky is made of little green apples. He'll probably get us all shot tryin' to take it apart."
"Oh, don't be silly. He's perfectly competent with robotics, you know that."
"I do, do I? It wasn't that long ago that..."
She shook a finger at his nose. "Jamie! Now you're just arguing for the sake of arguing. I think they're cute, I want one to come with us."
He considered her, honestly disbelieving. "You want it for a pet." (1,860 words)
author:primsong  fandom:Doctor.Who  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:fluff  beings:quarks  setting:alien.planet  companion:Jamie.McCrimmon  companion:Zoe.Heriot  doctor:2nd  things:Tardis  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2010-10  recced:2015-03 
march 2015 by turlough
Netgirl_y2k: All These Things That We've Done
REC: Liz and the Brigadier get to travel with the Third Doctor. A delightful little story with great characterisations of Liz and the Brig. (2015-03-08)
QUOTE: Liz was fascinated by the alien planet. She was two hundred yards south of the TARDIS, examining a fragment of the glass like substance that made up the majority of the landscape. Luckily, the Brigadier was more singularly minded.
"Another world, Doctor. You've brought Miss Shaw and myself to another world without even asking our opinions."
"Oh, do try to enjoy yourself, Brigadier. You're standing on ground no human being has stood on before, breathing air never breathed before."
"That's a lovely sentiment, Doctor. But what about the Earth?"
"I'll set the coordinates to take you back. I won't have such a," the Doctor fumbled for the right word, "sourpuss in my TARDIS!"
"I think you've upset him," observed Liz, who'd picked her way back across the broken landscape just in time to watch the Doctor swish his cape and flounce back into the TARDIS.
"Do you know, Miss Shaw, I think I might have."
"Still," she said, "this place is incredible. The odds of there being another planet with a breathable atmosphere are astronomical, and just look at this landscape."
"It's the stars I can't get used to. Look at the sky, it's so different from the night sky anywhere on Earth."
"I would never have guessed you were a stargazer, Brigadier. Watching the skies for threats from other worlds?"
"Always, Miss Shaw, always." (1,960 words)
author:netgirl_y2k  fandom:Doctor.Who  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  beings:aliens  beings:ice.warriors  setting:alien.planet  things:Tardis  companion:Brigadier.Lethbridge-Stewart  companion:Liz.Shaw  doctor:3rd  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2010-03  recced:2015-03 
march 2015 by turlough
Llywela: Life Goes On
REC: The Doctor has left UNIT but life goes on and so do extra-terrestial incursions. The one where Liz Shaw is drafted back into UNIT to help deal with the latest mystery, while Sarah Jane is trying to cope with Earth-bound life again. A great UNIT casefile with nice characterisations of both Liz and Sarah Jane. (2015-03-08)
QUOTE: "Fine, be like that. I'll go and say good morning to the Brigadier instead, then, see if he's any more welcoming. It was nice to meet you, Professor Shaw."
"Liz," said Liz with a smile, amused by their antics and wondering again what their relationship was, what this journalist was doing at UNIT, seemingly as comfortable as if she belonged here.
"See you later, Harry," Sarah added as she left the room, while behind her back, Liz regarded him with raised eyebrows.
"Girlfriend?" she asked in her driest tone, since that still seemed the most likely explanation, but Harry seemed both genuinely startled and absolutely mortified that she should think such a thing.
"What? Oh, no! No, Sarah's a friend, and, you see, she's, uh, she was connected to the Doctor, and now she's... uh..." He was frowning as he came stuttering to a halt, looking confused, as if now that he came to think about it, he couldn't actually come up with any official reason for Sarah's presence.
Connected to the Doctor, eh? How would a freelance journalist be connected to the Doctor and why should that connection allow her access to UNIT headquarters in the middle of a top secret investigation now that he was no longer here? But Harry seemed a bit too flustered about the misunderstanding to be able to explain Sarah's UNIT connections properly; it would probably be easier to ask the woman herself, should she reappear. Liz took pity on him and changed the subject. "Never mind. How's our patient this morning?"
"Oh, I've got the overnight report here," he told her with visible relief, picking up a file and handing it to her. "It seems rather more responsive than it was, actually - the coma appears to be lightening."
Liz scanned the report, which meticulously detailed the alien's vitals, as recorded by the duty staff overnight. "So it might actually wake up at some point, then," she noted, wryly adding, "The Brigadier will be pleased - he'll get to interrogate it at last, find out if he should be preparing for battle."
Harry snorted. "Well, if it is the spearhead of an invasion, they've got a jolly funny way of going about it!"
"Yes, haven't they just," she dryly agreed.
Leaving the patient care to the practising physician, she focused her attention for the time being on the alien's armour. Although the catches that had secured it in place were no longer live, there were plenty of other built-in devices to examine, some of which were clearly weapons, while others still remained a total mystery, and she was determined to learn as much as she could about them.
Sarah drifted back in after a while, bearing a tray of steaming mugs that she'd just taken off a young private out in the hallway, and the news that another of the fissures had opened and then closed again, somewhere out in the wilds - the Brigadier was taking a team out to investigate and would be back with more news later. "And apparently a person came through this time - a human, I mean. Out cold, just like your friend over there. He's been taken to hospital, but the Brig's going to arrange to have him brought here, so you'll need to set up for another patient, Harry," she added.
"He should have waited for me," said Liz, exasperated - what was the point of him having her brought in to work on the investigation if he was going to leave her out of it? "I might have learned something useful from an examination of the site." (50,170 words)
author:llywela  fandom:Doctor.Who  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:action/adventure  activity:gun.fights  activity:rescue  activity:time.travel  beings:aliens  companion:Brigadier.Lethbridge-Stewart  companion:Benton  companion:Sarah.Jane.Smith  companion:Liz.Shaw  companion:Harry.Sullivan  +length:long.50k-100k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-09  recced:2015-03 
march 2015 by turlough
kathkin: Cultural Exchange
REC: Zoe finds out the hard way what a Scotsman wears under his kilt. Such a cute and funny little story. The banter is spot on. (2015-03-08)
QUOTE: "It's the box that says ball-bearings," said Zoe dryly.
"I'll get it." He groped for the box, setting down his torch and clinging onto the support to reach in further.
Zoe was peering up at him anxiously, worried that he might fall - or worse, fall on top of her - when abruptly she let out a yelp of indignation. She swung around, desperate to be looking anywhere *but* up at Jamie.
"Zoe?" She heard the shelves creak as he shifted about. "Everywhere alright?"
She could feel her face warming, blood rushing to her cheeks. "You're not wearing underwear!
"Aye, so?" said Jamie, bemused.
"So why aren't you wearing underwear?" Zoe hissed.
"Why're *you* looking up me kilt?" he retorted.
"I wasn't looking!" Zoe turned, hesitantly, to face him, and found him looking down at her, hanging from the shelves with a one-handed grip. "I was just looking up at you, and then you leaned forwards, and then - *things* were in my eye line. I couldn't help looking." (1,460 words)
author:kathkin  fandom:Doctor.Who  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:fluff  companion:Jamie.McCrimmon  companion:Zoe.Heriot  doctor:2nd  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-02  recced:2015-03 
march 2015 by turlough
goldenrod: Dig Deep For Victory! (The High Explosives Mix)
REC: The Brigadier doesn't think he'll survive having Ace as a houseguest. Lots of fun. (2015-03-08)
QUOTE: "I flatter myself, however, that at my time of life and after my many years of service, I have earned a certain amount of peace and quiet. Indeed, a quiet retirement is all I ask for."
"All you ask for?" Ace said innocently. "If all you want's peace and quiet, how'd you end up in a castle shooting a blue demon from Dimension X with silver bullets, then?"
"That is beside the point," Alistair said quickly, partly because he could see from Doris' raised eyebrow that, for her, it seemed to be a very good point. "The point being, I think I've earned the right to go about my daily business in my own home without worrying about my garden exploding."
"It was just a small explosion!" Ace protested.
"The size of the explosion, again, is beside the point. The point is that there shouldn't be explosions happening at all."
"Where'd you even get the explosives, anyway?" Doris asked, trying to be gentle.
"I made them."
"You *made* them?"
"Yeah," Ace said eagerly, warming to the subject, "just with stuff from 'round the house. It's brilliant, what you can mix together from common household chemicals."
Not for the first time, Alistair could see why this girl appealed to the Doctor, and vice versa. (2,200 words)
author:goldenrod  fandom:Doctor.Who  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:fluff  activity:gardening  companion:Ace.McShane  companion:Brigadier.Lethbridge-Stewart  doctor:7th  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-12  recced:2015-03 
march 2015 by turlough
turps: Comfort in Sound
REC: The one where they're art thieves and Pete is a really annoying psychic. This was a great story, both fun and serious. I love how Pete's oversharing is both annoying and one of the things that helps holding them together. And I also loved the deft way the writer use their banter and Gerard's thoughts to show us the characters of all the guys. (2015-02-22)
QUOTE: Pete's wearing a black hoodie, one that's at least two sizes too big. With the hood up and sleeves completely covering his hands it looks like he's hiding: and maybe he is. Despite the explanations and demonstrations, despite running as a crew for so long, Gerard still isn't sure of Pete's thing.
"My thing is beautiful," Pete says then, his eyes gleaming from within the shadowy recess of his hood. "I can show you if you want, or ask Mikey. He's seen it."
"No one wants to see your thing," Ray cuts in, as if there's even a chance Gerard was about to say yes. Which he wasn't. There's no need to, Gerard's already seen it enough.
"Ah, but it wasn't a real look," Pete says, and starts grinning with all those many many white teeth. "You only caught a glimpse, it's more impressive than that."
"What's more impressive?" Mikey asks, causing the van to tilt briefly as he climbs inside and squashes onto the bench seat between Pete and Gerard. "Did you get me a coffee?"
"My thing, and yes," Pete says, handing an extra large takeout cup to Mikey. "It's got a foam heart under the lid, Gerard asked for it. I think it's a symbol of our everlasting and destined by fate love."
"Gerard's love for you?" Mikey asks, sounding interested as he glances at Gerard before taking a long drink of coffee. Putting down the cup he wipes at his mouth and adds, "Pete's thing *is* more impressive. He'll show you sometime."
"No he won't." Ray turns in his seat and takes a deep breath before letting it out slowly. "No one want's to see Pete's thing. Pete's thing isn't an issue today, and you need to stop focussing in."
The last is addressed to Pete, who shrugs and pulls down his hood, blinking as his eyes are exposed to the light. "I couldn't help it, Gerard was thinking too hard."
"Gerard always thinks too hard, it's what he does," Ray says, and reaches behind him, pointedly tapping one of the monitors that line the van's side. "We've got ten minutes before the galley shuts for the day. We should be discussing the plan, not Pete's penis." (2,460 words)
author:turps  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:action/adventure  activity:stealing  activity:rescue  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:esp:telepathy  condition:injury  relationship:friendship  relationship:established  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pairing:Frank/Gerard(secondary)  pairing:Mikey/Pete(secondary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2015.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-02  recced:2015-02 
march 2015 by turlough
snarkydame: Dreams Like Deadly
REC: The one where Mikey wakes up in a dream and there are dragons. A beautiful story with lovely writing and a wonderfully strange and dreamy atmosphere. I particularly loved how the dragons were written. So vivid you could practically see them. (2015-02-22)
QUOTE: "The roof should be just a few more flights up," he said. "We can get the lay of the land from there."
They went on. Mikey's legs were burning. The amber emergency lights shone steadily, unflinchingly. They glowed off the sweat on the back of Ray's neck, and glinted in his hair.
The door to the roof opened effortlessly. Mikey had to catch at it, panicked, as it swung shut again. He didn't want to be locked on the roof.
Ray handed him a chunk of concrete cinder to stop the door, and the two of them reveled for a moment in the cool air outside the stairwell.
In fact, Mikey thought after a very short while, it was cold.
The oppressive heat rising from the basement had given way to a brisk wind, which smelled of ice, and snow, and winter.
Mikey shivered, and Ray drew closer, leaning against his arm. He was thankful for the warmth.
The sky was pale, a distant, washed out grey. He couldn't see the sun behind the clouds, and there were no shadows.
The building they were on was higher than those around them. Mikey looked over the waist high ledge. The city was still. No taxis, no pedestrians. No murmur of voices or machinery. Not even pigeons, fluttering under ledges.
And then, wings.
They unfolded slowly, almost ponderously, and Mikey felt Ray's hand clench around his wrist. Just below them, across the street on the roof of what looked like a office building, the great white dragon yawned.
It was bigger than the one in the basement, Mikey thought. Its scales were ghostly, its wings transparent as sheets of ice. Its teeth were... Mikey gulped. Its teeth were longer than he was tall.
And there was a brilliantly blue scale, dead center in its massive chest. (2,240 words)
author:snarkydame  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  things:dreams  beings:dragons  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  setting:other.world  time:post-band  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Mikey/Ray(primary)  pov:Mikey  challenge:2015.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-02  recced:2015-02 
march 2015 by turlough
ermengarde: Tylenol and Orange Juice
REC: The one where Ray has mutant flu and Mikey takes care of him. A sweet little on-tour story. (2015-02-22)
QUOTE: Mikey brings Ray the last remaining pack of Kleenex, and pulls Ray's comforter higher over Ray's shoulder. Ray is huddled in his bunk, face to the wall, and he looks completely miserable. Even his hair looks lank and sad. "You need anything, Ray?"
"M'cold and m..," Ray trails off into a groan.
Mikey puts his hand on Ray's forehead - he doesn't really know what he's feeling for, but his mom always used to do it and... fuck. "Dude, you're burning up, you're, like, I could fry an egg on you."
Ray makes a really sad little noise. "Please don't."
Mikey tucks the comforter around Ray some more. "I'm not gonna Ray, I'll, um, like, yeah." Mikey nods and pulls the curtain around Ray's bunk.
Mikey heads out to the lounge, where Bob and Frankie are playing some kind of game that involves hitting each other's knuckles and Gerard is doodling on the back of an envelope that he's picked up somewhere. Mikey hopes Gerard isn't stealing mail from the venues again, it's not like they're touring in a shitty van with no money, Gerard can afford to buy fucking paper.
"Guys." Mikey stands, holding on to thing with the coffee maker on it, waiting for them to pay attention. "Guys, Ray's really, really sick. I'm going to get the bus to find a Target or something and get him some stuff."
Bob nods. "We can get Frank some kind of anti-infection mask, too."
"Hey!" Frank shouts.
"Shh." Mikey glares at Frank. "He's *sleeping*." (2,750 words)
author:ermengarde  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:fluff  condition:illness  relationship:friendship  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Mikey  challenge:2015.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-02  recced:2015-02 
march 2015 by turlough
JohnAmendAll: Business as Usual
REC: You really can put UNIT anywhere in any time and they will still be UNIT. As this charming and entertaining adventure prooves. I was particularly fond of the characterisation of Jo. She's wonderfully lighthearted and determined and sharp. Just as she should be. (2015-02-22)
QUOTE: "Quite so. Well, Doctor?"
The Doctor frowned. "Well, what?"
"How do you propose to investigate this?"
"What makes you think I will?" The Doctor gestured at his workbench. "There's quite enough that needs doing here. The TARDIS -"
"The TARDIS will still be here tomorrow, Doctor."
"That's rather the point," the Doctor grumbled. "And the next day, and the next week, and the next year, unless I can bypass the override on the dematerialisation circuit. And I won't be able to do that - I won't even be able to build the necessary tools to do it - if you keep distracting me with ridiculous stories about ghosts and superstitious villagers."
"Oh, come on, Doctor," Jo said. "It's a lovely day. And the change of air will do us all good, I'm sure."
"And give you the chance to impress a lot of people with your new dress?" The Doctor rubbed his neck. "Well, I suppose it can't hurt to take a closer look into things. I'll take Jo with me. If I need you to blow anything up I'll send for you."
The Brigadier frowned. "Doctor, are you sure that's wise? We'll be several hours' march away."
"Exactly. Far enough away that you can't cause any trouble with your cannons and your muskets while I'm trying to bring about a peaceful settlement. Come along, Jo."
The Doctor rose to his feet and swept out. Jo gave the Brigadier an apologetic look, and followed suit.
Left on his own, the Brigadier contemplated the fact that on many previous occasions, the Doctor had dismissed his men and their from consideration in similar terms. On a good number of those occasions, it had turned out that they weren't quite as unnecessary as the Doctor had thought. It might be as well to make a few preparations, just in case.
"Benton!" he called. (12,900 words)
(also at http://www.whofic.com/viewstory.php?sid=36825 )
author:johnamendall  fandom:Doctor.Who  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:action/adventure  companion:Jo.Grant  companion:Brigadier.Lethbridge-Stewart  doctor:3rd  master:Delgado  beings:aliens  things:Tardis  period:18th.century  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2010-05  recced:2015-02 
march 2015 by turlough
gorgeousnerd: Our Hands Were Just That Close
REC: The first time Gerard lies on the gurney on the Black Parade tour his daemon isn't with him. A fascinating and thoughtprovoking little Daemons AU. I really like the way the daemons are used to show us things about the guys. (2015-02-01)
QUOTE: Gerard and Nadine are never onstage together during the tour. There's a flurry of press at first, and people ask what children will think of such a display and about Gerard's health in bullshit ways, but it dies down as soon as the paparazzi catch Nadine flying around Gerard's shoulders while he's out on a walk. Frank still sees Gerard talk about it with worried fans sometimes after that, but there's less hand wringing overall.
Frank, on the other hand, gets more worried as time passes even though Gerard seems as good as ever. Better, considering how ugly their touring in the Revenge days had been.
He probably wouldn't have started worrying if Mikey hadn't sent Hortense off to get him something from the bus when the band was in the green room on the opposite side of the arena. Up until that moment, the additional range Mikey had gotten before he'd had to leave the Black Parade recording sessions had been something that had become part of the fabric of Mikey, something that niggled at Frank now and then but was mostly a mark of Mikey's survival. Hortense rarely tested their range, though. She usually hung out around Mikey's neck, tail curled on Mikey's chest.
Some kind of trauma is behind Gerard's range, too, but what part? It wasn't Elena; Gerard's decline after that point would have made it impossible to hide from the band.
"It's none of your fucking business," Rizzo reminds Frank when he's picking at a Pop Tart on the bus one morning and worrying about Gerard.
"But what if something's wrong?"
"Then you ask him if he wants to talk about it. But this is between him and his daemon." (1,900 words)
author:gorgeousnerd  fandom:Bandom  fandom:His.Dark.Materials  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:fusion  activity:performing  beings:daemons  condition:mental.illness  concept:addiction  concept:sobriety  relationship:established  relationship:friendship  setting:on.tour  setting:on.break  tour:2006-2007.Black.Parade  time:post-band  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Gerard.and.the.Hormones  band:FrnkIero.and.the.Cellabration  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-02  recced:2015-02 
february 2015 by turlough
turps: Suds Crossing
REC: The one where Gerard works at a magical laundromat. A totally charming little story with some wonderful Way brothers interaction. And I love the setting, the way it's so normal and everyday while also being completely magical. (2015-02-01)
QUOTE: "Guard the rip, they said. It's important, they said." Gerard kicks a huge bag, and then kicks it again when the bag tips on its side, spilling out a mini avalanche of musty and stained clothes. "They didn't say I'd be scrubbing out dragon's blood that's soaked into leather."
"Technically you don't do that." Mikey looks up from the magazine he's reading, tilting his head toward the back room. "Ray did the last lot, with that bubbly acid shit he invented."
Gerard shrugs, too caught up in his rant to allow Mikey's point. Plus, even if it is technically true it was still Gerard who has to sort out the bags and dispose of stray bits of intestine. Which is fucking disgusting, and next time Gerard sees Frank he's going to tell him just that.
"And you would have hated the mountain post," Mikey points out, putting down his magazine and stretching out his leg so he can tap one of the dryers with the toe of his boot. "No internet and living in a cave. Fuck that shit."
Gerard picks up a shirt, frowning when something green and no doubt toxic drips to the floor. "The cave has living quarters, and I can cope without internet."
"Of course you can, Mr-display-my-socks-and-food-to-the-world," Mikey says, watching as an iridescent oversized firefly emerges from the dryer and darts out of the open front door. "And the cave pad isn't that special. The fur quartz bed gets old."
"I'd still like to try it," Gerard says, brandishing a stiffened sock in Mikey's direction when it looks like he's about to reply. "I don't want to know."
"Know what?" Mikey grins and with a deft flick of his wrist, turns the sock into a shimmering black rose. (1,000 words)
author:turps  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:urban.fantasy  fic:source:picture  activity:laundry  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:magic  occupation:wizard/witch  relationship:brothers  setting:laundromat  challenge:2015.PicFor1000  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-01  recced:2015-02 
february 2015 by turlough
teigh_corvus: The Eighth Rest
REC: On the necessity of mid-tour road trips when the majority of the band isn't human. A wonderful little story right on the boundary between magical realism and urban fantasy. It's so nice to get something from this writer again. The settings and atmosphere is so wonderfully vivid and Bob's voice is so clear and distinct. I love the way small details bring the otherwordliness of the guys alive and the interaction between all of them is spot-on. (2015-01-25)
QUOTE: Drone-song of grasshoppers, the voice of heat and summer, fills the car. Bob's not sure where they are at the moment, aside from on a back road, in the middle of the country. The directions to the private preserve are clear and Ray's navigating, so he isn't too worried. Even if Frank's driving. The plan is to vanish into the countryside for an afternoon, maybe sleep out under the stars if the weather holds. They all need the break. The opportunity to slip fur during the day for an extended run, has kindled a slow-burning anticipation in Bob.
Brian hadn't even tried to talk them out of the trip. He'd taken one look at them in the bus lounge - Frank trailing sparks in his wake as he paced, the huddled lump of Ways on the couch - and nodded curtly, phone already in hand. The car had appeared pretty quickly, after that call. Bob suspects Brian had already planned for a day trip. Though it's also possible someone was just looking for an excuse to pawn this junker off on some out-of-towners. It's more bond-o and rust than metal, and there's an ominous rattle when it starts up, but it runs. Barely.
Bob loses the coin toss for both driving and shotgun. He narrows his eyes at Frank and Ray, wondering yet again if their particular affinities include the ability to manipulate metal.
Bob, much to his grumpy dismay, ends up sitting on the hump, a sleepy Way curled up on either side. Lester is a too warm weight on his feet, but Bob doesn't mind that. The dragon is probably worst off, of all of them; he's been stuck in his schnauzer form for most of the last two months. Bob knows that close contact with his horde-folk helps maintain the dog seeming, so he can't begrudge Lester his location, despite the sweaty feet. One thing that this piece of shit car has is legroom, thank god.
It doesn't have a working radio - which sucks - or air conditioning. They just roll down the windows and let the wind whip in. Frankly, Bob likes that better anyway; July's multitude of scents eddies in around them, twining around the familiar scents of his band. It's almost as good as running. (2,010 words)
author:teigh_corvus  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:magical.realism  fic:genre:urban.fantasy  beings:animals.dogs  beings:dragons  beings:shapeshifter  beings:faeries  beings:werewolves  concept:magic  relationship:friendship  setting:road.trip  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  challenge:2014.Bandom.Holidays  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-12  recced:2015-01 
january 2015 by turlough
prophetic: Something Wicked This Way Comes
REC: You can't fight evil without guitar solos. Awesome double drabble. I love the interplay between Ray and Frank. (2015-01-18)
QUOTE: "Stop talking." Ray's voice was tight. "We don't have time."
It was the fastest they'd set up a stage since the old days. Frank kicked a pile of wires. "This is stupid. Crazy."
"No," Ray said solemnly. "It's our duty. What true rock ‘n' roller wouldn't stand against demonic hordes if they were called upon?"
"Duty?" Frank glared. (200 words)
author:prophetic  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:urban.fantasy  activity:performing  concept:apocalypse  concept:music  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-01  recced:2015-01 
january 2015 by turlough
akamine_chan: When the Sunlight Dies (Sharpest Lives 'verse 34)
REC: It was colder than it'd been in a long time. A lovely little glimpse from The Sharpest Lives verse. (2015-01-18)
QUOTE: The acid rains were bad enough, but this was just brutal. No one in the Zones knew how to deal the frost and snow and ice, and it was throwing a big wrench into all of their plans.
"Fuck," Ghoul muttered, shuffling closer on the bench seat. He was wearing an impossible number of layers; Poison was sure Ghoul had on every single article of clothing he owned. And still he was shivering.
There'd been three big fires across two Zones, people trying to stay warm and well, when things caught on fire, there was no way to put 'em out. You just had to stay clear until it burned itself out. So far, no one had been seriously hurt, but it was only a matter of time. (334 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  universe:Sharpest.Lives.verse  activity:cuddling  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:rebellion  concept:apocalypse  things:snow  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Party.Poison  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-01  recced:2015-01  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  universe:Danger.Days 
january 2015 by turlough
gorgeousnerd: First run
REC: Last year was Bandit's first run, this is Cherry and Lily's. A lovely little post-band ficlet. (2014-12-21)
QUOTE: Cherry and Lily are as excited as anyone would guess, circling Frank's paws with little playful nips. Bandit watches them solemnly from behind her father's legs until Gerard nudges her with his head, and then she runs forward to join them. (340 words)
(also at http://gorgeousnerd.dreamwidth.org/1877044.html )
author:gorgeousnerd  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  beings:kids  beings:werewolves  concept:family  concept:band.with.a.twist  time:post-band  geography:US:California  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-12  recced:2014-12 
december 2014 by turlough
inlovewithnight: Like Strangers Laugh
REC: Gerard doesn't even know if Mikey will want to see him after rehab. A lovingly written, devastating but ultimately hopeful glimpse of the Way brothers. (2014-12-07)
QUOTE: "Gerard." Her voice was sharp, and he bit his tongue, waiting. "He needs to see you. Swallow your pride and do this."
"It's not pride." 'I'm scared,' he thought at her, willing it to cross the cell-phone signal, all the way across the country. 'I'm so fucking scared.'
"Swallow it anyway. Just pick him up. Tomorrow at four."
So he went to the airport. He drove anxious laps around the pick-up zone, squinting at the bodies leaving the terminal, trying to find Mikey's hunched and angled form. He had always thought he could recognize Mikey anywhere, from any distance. Now he wasn't sure. (970 words)
author:inlovewithnight  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  concept:addiction  concept:sobriety  relationship:brothers  time:post-band  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-12  recced:2014-12 
december 2014 by turlough
akamine_chan: Won't Stop Breathing
REC: If they could just have stayed in Battery City one more year. A heartbreaking and lovely glimpse of the Way brothers. (2014-11-16)
QUOTE: "Hey."
Kobra startles out of his reverie, looking at Poison's reflection in the mirror. "Hey."
Poison sets a bottle of pills on the edge of the sink, stark white BLI/ind label, HRT (MALE) written in bold black letters. "Thanks." Kobra opens the bottle and dry swallows a pastel pill. Poison's still watching him in the mirror, face uncharacteristically serious. "What?"
Poison shakes his head, red hair obscuring one eye. "Nothing."
Kobra waits; he knows Poison has something to say.
Poison's shoulders droop, and he sighs, like he knows that Kobra is going to wait him out. Poison is stubborn, but he has *nothing* on Kobra.
"Just." He won't meet Kobra's eyes in the mirror, so Kobra turns around to look at him. (849 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  concept:transgender  relationship:brothers  things:memories  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Kobra.Kid  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-11  recced:2014-11  universe:Danger.Days 
november 2014 by turlough
akamine_chan: Misery You Choose
REC: Frank and Gerard talks on the phone. A lovely little story. (2014-11-16)
QUOTE: In the past, when Frank got like this, Gerard would wrap him up in a hug. Frank would press his face against Gerard's neck, inhaling the scent of him, sweat and smoke. "Miss you."
Gerard makes a soft sound. "You know what I would do if I was there, don't you?" His voice is so soft and quiet, like he's telling Frank something secret. "I would pull you into a hug, and remind you that we're doing this because we love this, playing music, talking to the kids... it's what we were born to do."
Frank closes his eyes and just listens to Gerard's voice. (396 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  concept:family  relationship:friendship  setting:on.tour  time:post-band  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:FrnkIero.and.the.Cellabration  pov:Frank  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-10  recced:2014-11 
november 2014 by turlough
dear_monday: Séance Weather
REC: It all began with the worst storm in fifty years. An Addams Family fusion where 10-year-old Frank makes friends with the Way brothers and embraces the dark side. This is an absolutely delightful story. Kid!Frank is such a joy to read and I love the way he bonds with the Ways. Their escapades was so much fun to read. I lauged out loud several times. It isn't all funny hijinx, there are sad and bittersweet things too, but mostly it's a wonderfully happymaking story, full of warmth and friendship. (2014-11-02) This is an absolutely delightful story. My Chemical Romance and the Addams Family is such a great match, both in aestethics and atmosphere, and the Way brothers are perfect as the Addams children. And Mama Way as Morticia is just wonderful. Kid!Frank is a total joy and I love the way he bonds with the Ways. Their escapades is so much fun to read and made me laugh out loud several times. The story isn't all funny hijinx, there are sad and bittersweet things too, but most of all it's a wonderfully happymaking story, full of warmth and friendship. (2014-12-05)
QUOTE: "Is your house haunted?" asks Frank, as they make their way up the long driveway towards it. House, he thinks, is something of an understatement. It sits on the top of the hill, a little way back from the rest of the town, haughty and dark and forbidding. He's seen it before, always from a distance, and he'd thought it was deserted. Frank has never heard anyone talk about the place, and no one seems to know who - if anyone - lives there.
It's the coolest house Frank has ever seen. It has turrets, which he covets immediately. His house doesn't have turrets. Or a circular tower room, or an overgrown, thorny sprawl of a front yard, or wrought-iron fencing warped with age and twice as tall as he is.
He's going to be really, *really* disappointed if Gerard and Mikey's house isn't haunted. Gerard turns back to look at him pityingly.
"*Obviously*," Gerard says. "Isn't yours?"
"No," says Frank sadly. "Not even a little bit." They've never had so much as a door that opens or closes by itself, let alone phantom shadows on the walls, and if anything is ever where it shouldn't be then Frank will know about it because it's invariably his fault. He's spent hours and hours on gloomy afternoons like this one searching from the basement to the rafters for some sign of the supernatural, or at the very least some ominous evidence of a gruesome past, but by now he's pretty much accepted that the house is exactly what it seems, nothing more and nothing less: a house. It's a real disappointment.
"Really?" asks Mikey, as he dodges a low-hanging branch that nearly takes Frank's eye out and drenches him even more thoroughly with accumulated rain in the process. "Not even a poltergeist or anything? Gee, remember that year when we had three of them in the attic and uncle Montgomery's ghost in that bedroom and, and -"
"Cousin Ermintrude in the drawing room," finishes Gerard, stepping over something that Frank thinks might be a bear trap without even looking down. "That was annoying. Just because she was only eight when she died didn't mean she had to take it out on me. It wasn't *my* fault she tried to curse me for experimenting on her stupid toad," he says petulantly, then rather steps on his own point by adding, "Anyway, it wouldn't leave me alone. It kept getting slime all over my drawings." He's glowering, and Frank does his best to feel menaced. It's not like Gerard seems particularly upset or anything, but Frank's not sure whether or not it's okay to tell someone that being haunted by their dead relatives sounds kind of awesome.
"Anyway," says Gerard casually, as he lifts the heavy-looking brass door-knocker (shaped like a wolf's head, Frank is almost sure) and releases it, letting it drop back against the imposing, ominously stained front door with a bang so loud Frank starts a little. The door creaks open apparently of its own accord with a noise like... well, Frank can't help thinking, a noise like a dying toad. "Come in, Frank."
It doesn't cross Frank's mind for so much as a moment that he should leave now. (20,510 words)
author:dear_monday  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Addams.Family  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fusion  fic:genre:character.study  beings:kids  beings:ghosts  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:family  concept:magic  concept:supernatural  condition:illness  occupation:student.elementary.school  relationship:friendship  things:storm  setting:elementary.school  setting:mansion/palace  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-10  recced:2014-11  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
november 2014 by turlough
akamine_chan: Firecracker Wishes
REC: Gerard before the show at Reading. This is wonderful. I love this Gerard with all his neuroses and how much he loves his family and his friends. And the phone call from Frank is perfection! (2014-09-14)
QUOTE: Gerard looks at himself in the mirror and fiddles with his hair, which only makes things worse. "Fuck," he mutters to himself, and uses his fingers to try to make it look less stupid. He gives up after a few minutes and just shakes his head vigorously.
He hates waiting. He bounces on his feet a few times, puts on his sunglasses, takes them off, puts them back on. His hands are tingling and he's pretty sure he's going to forget the words to at least one of the songs. He thinks about drinking some water, but he knows that he'll end up needed to piss in the middle of his set and - no, not doing that.
His phone chirps and he snatches it up, happy for the distraction.
'break a leg proud of you'
He smiles, and he knows it's a bit wobbly, but he doesn't care. Ray knows how nervous Gerard is about this, they talked about it a couple of weeks ago, and Ray is the best friend ever.
He misses his band. (1,000 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  condition:stagefright  things:Twitter  relationship:friendship  time:post-band  geography:UK  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-09  recced:2014-09 
september 2014 by turlough
dear_monday: Something Wicked This Way Comes
REC: Strange things are starting to happen, something is coming and hunters and monsters alike are running scared. So Gerard and Mikey pack up their secrets and their nightmares and set out searching for answers. This is an absolutely fantastic story but I'm afraid that I totally lack words to describe exactly how much and why right now. I can just say that I was completely captivated by the living, breathing culture dear_monday have created out of the hunter culture from SPN, New Orleans voodoo, and Lovecraftian horrors. That the Gerard characterisation and the Way brothers relationship were absolute perfection and so were the rest of the characters. And that the atmosphere and settings were all incredibly vivid and engaging. I wanted to go on reading it forever. It's the best story I've read in a long, long time. (2014-09-07) This is an absolutely fantastic story and though I've now read it two times and had plenty of time to come up with something I still pretty much lack words for how wonderful I found it. I was completely captivated by the living, breathing culture dear_monday have created out of the hunter culture from SPN, New Orleans voodoo, and Lovecraftian horrors. The Gerard characterisation and the Way brothers relationship were absolute perfection and so were the rest of the characters. And the atmosphere and settings were all incredibly vivid and engaging. It's the kind of story I just want to roll around and in keep reading forever. (2014-12-11)
QUOTE: Gerard jumps slightly, and looks over to see Ray cautiously poking his head around the door.
"Mm? Oh, yeah. Sorry about that," he says, slightly sheepishly. He feels wrung out now, drained.
Ray shrugs affably, and walks around the table to take a seat opposite Gerard. Under his arm is a leatherbound book the size of a paving slab, and he lays it down with a heavy thump.
"It's all this shit going on," Gerard says, continuing to peel the label off his bottle. It's still almost full, lukewarm and unappetizing now. He drinks some anyway, just for the sake of something to do with his hands. "It's getting to me."
"It's getting to everyone," Ray says absently, heaving the book open. The pages are covered in rows upon rows of dense black glyphs that don't form words in any language Gerard knows, printed on thick, creamy vellum. "Someone should go see the Prophet," adds Ray, looking up at Gerard. Gerard's mouth twitches in the slightest of involuntary grimaces.
"Yeah," he says. "I guess he might..." Gerard trails off, not liking the look in Ray's good eye one bit. "Oh no," he says. "Oh, *hell* no. There is absolutely *no way*."
Ray raises one eyebrow, and returns his attention to the delicately yellowed pages of the enormous tome currently taking up almost half of the kitchen table. Gerard pushes his chair back, its legs scraping loudly on the cracked tiles, and crosses his arms defiantly.
"I am not asking that... that..." Gerard struggles for a suitable curse word to demonstrate the strength of his feelings. "I'm not asking *him* for help," he growls eventually, his lip curling.
Ray ignores him, and carefully turns another page.
"Ray," whines Gerard, leaning forwards and settling his elbows on the table. "Come on, you know I can't do that."
"Oh? Why not?" Ray asks in a maddeningly serene voice, still not looking up.
"Because," Gerard grits out, "He's a creepy, slippery son of a bitch with an ego the size of Mexico, that's why not."
"In other words, because you don't like him." Ray turns back a page and makes a brief note in a nearby pad.
"No, because he's an *asshole*," mutters Gerard, scowling. He pushes his beer away from him in protest, then changes his mind and picks it up again, glaring at Ray over the lip of the bottle. "I'm not going."
Ray exhales slowly, and Gerard can almost hear him slowly counting to ten in his head. Then he looks up, pinning Gerard with an earnest look and tucking a stray curl of hair behind his ear. "Well, someone has to, and it might as well be you. I don't know why you're making it so difficult. He likes you, you know."
"No," Gerard corrects him, through gritted teeth, "He likes *Mikey*."
"Yeah, but surely -"
"Someone say my name?" Mikey ambles back into the sunlit kitchen, tousle-haired, clean-shaven and unusually fresh-smelling, and pours himself languidly into a seat.
"Ray is... suggesting that we go to see the Prophet," Gerard says, pronouncing the last word as if it's something nasty he's just thrown up, and trying furiously to telegraph 'and I would rather deep fry my face' to Mikey. His problem isn't with Mikey being liked, his problem is with Mikey being liked by... *him*. Something happens to the hunters that the Prophet takes a shine to. It's as if he has some sort of strange gravity that draws them into his orbit, and once they're there, they never seem to want to leave. Gerard doesn't know how he does it, if it's brainwashing or mind control or drugs in the food and drink he plies his guests with, but if it happened to Mikey, Gerard would never forgive himself. He can't imagine travelling the east coast's highways and hunting down its monsters without Mikey at his side. He doesn't think he could do it. Come to that, he isn't at all sure he'd even know how. Rumor has it that the Prophet has recently acquired another of Mikey's kind, a boy called William who sometimes knows things he shouldn't and still has dim memories of another world. Maybe the Prophet is collecting them, like exotic pets or particularly fine specimens of butterfly. Gerard suppresses a shudder.
"Oh, are we going to Nevada?" says Mikey vaguely, stretching like a cat. "That'd be cool, we haven't seen him in a while."
"I know," Gerard says, darkly. "It's been real nice."
"We should go," says Mikey, yawning again, apparently completely oblivious to Gerard's evil eye.
"Mikey..." Gerard says pleadingly.
Mikey blinks owlishly at him. "You don't have to come with me," he says. "I don't mind, I'll go by myself if you don't wanna."
"Oh, like hell you will," growls Gerard, instantly switching gears. "Fine. Fine. Let's go. See if I care."
Mikey smirks like it's going out of style. (60,530 words)
author:dear_monday  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:urban.fantasy  fic:genre:horror  fic:genre:action/adventure  activity:drinking  activity:killing/murder  beings:Grant.Morrison  beings:zombies  beings:vampires  beings:changelings  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:char.death.minor  concept:magic  concept:supernatural  concept:violence  condition:PTSD  concept:family  concept:quest  occupation:supernatural.investigator  things:Trans.Am  relationship:brothers  smut:frottage  smut:fucking  smut:blowjob  smut:rough.sex  smut:public.sex  setting:bar/club  setting:café/diner/restaurant  setting:forest/jungle  setting:road.trip  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:US:Louisiana  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  band:Leathermouth  band:The.Used  pairing:Bert/Gerard(past)  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2014.BBB  +length:long.50k-100k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-09  recced:2014-09  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
september 2014 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
ermengarde: Frank Is Not A Purple People Eater
REC: Can't a monster just be a fucking monster without having to feel like they're letting everyone down by not being a rotting zombie, too? A totally delightful little ficlet about Frank and the weirdness of the Way brothers. (2014-08-17)
QUOTE:Gerard is so earnest about everyone being beautiful and differences being important, and not conforming to stereotypes and undead rights and all of that shit and fuck... it's the only time in his entirely life that Frank hasn't felt the need to hide his red fur patches and the fact that his favorite food is moss, and all that kind of thing, but he also spends at least 30% of his time feeling guilty that he isn't undead and that he can't appreciate Gerard campaigning for his rights, and that he isn't repulsive and oozy (in his vainer moments Frank's pretty sure he's kinda good looking, actually, even by society's fucked up normative ideal...). It SUCKS.
...Obviously it doesn't suck TOO hard, after all it would be fucking difficult to be vegetarian if he had to live on brains or eat children, but... Why can't he be in a band with normal people who'd be grateful that Frankie looks mostly human? (506 words)
(also at http://bandom-meme.dreamwidth.org/17301.html?thread=589461#cmt589461 )
author:ermengarde  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:fluff  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:urban.fantasy  beings:trolls  relationship:friendship  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-08  recced:2014-08 
august 2014 by turlough
turps: Slash and Burn
REC: The problem with the Ways is that they're fucking insane - a story about nature and killer fruit. A brilliant glimpse of a very different world. I love the vivid imagery and Ray's voice. And the friendship between them all is so warm and happymaking. (2014-08-03)
QUOTE: The problem with the Ways is, Ray thinks, they're fucking insane. Not always, sometimes whole days can go by when he's lulled into a false sense of security - whole days where for all outward appearances, the Ways are so-called 'normal' people, with their only eccentricities being a penchant for hair dye and excessive comic book reading.
And then there are days like today.
"This is a stupid idea." It's not the first time Ray's made that observation. Or the second or third. Hell, at this point he's probably into triple figures, but it's something that needs repeating. "A stupid fucking idea and you're going to end up eaten alive by a rose bush."
"Rose bushes don't eat you, they strangle," Gerard says, blase as he arranges himself on the bench and deliberately bypasses Ray's point. "Remember that attack in zone two? It took nearly an hour to get you untangled." (912 words)
author:turps  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  beings:killer.plants  concept:apocalypse  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:mutation  relationship:friendship  setting:forest/jungle  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Ray  challenge:2014.H/C.Bingo  +length:short.-1k  posted:2014-08  recced:2014-08 
august 2014 by turlough
mournful_optimist: Tonight
REC: Gerard hadn't even been sober for two months when the first bombs fell, completely obliterating New Jersey and New York. At least he still has Mikey and their soulbond. But nothing lasts forever, not even brotherhood. You would think that there wouldn't be anything new to say in the Killjoys universe but you would be completely wrong. This story is proof positive of that. It's a wonderful story about memory and identity, loss and grief and love. I absolutely love the way Gerard and Mikey's soulbond is written. It's so distinct and unusual. And the role their bond plays when they get Mikey back from BL/Ind is fascinating. Gerard's grief and confusion and love during this period is heartbreaking to read. Something else I really liked is how clear it is that what they've seen and done during the years since the first bombs fell has changed everyone in the band and has also changed the way they relate. I always like stories where the friendship between all the guys is just as important as the romance and this story definitely delivers on that. In fact the only thing I can think of in this story that I don't like, is all the glimpses we get of things that are just begging to be followed up and made into their own stories. Which isn't so much a complaint as a wish to read more in this universe :-) If you like Killjoys fic you must definitely try this one out. (2014-07-27) You would think that there wouldn't be anything new to say in the Killjoys universe but you would be completely wrong. This story is proof positive of that. It's a wonderful story about memory and identity, loss and grief and love. If you like Danger Days stories you must definitely give this one a try! The way Gerard and Mikey's soulbond is written is so distinct and unusual. I love how differently they experience it. That it's not the same for both of them makes it more real somehow. And the role their bond plays when they get Mikey back from BL/Ind is fascinating. The interplay between their soulbond and Mikey's amnesia and the way their relationship changes beyond all recognition is a fantastic read. And Gerard's grief and confusion and love during this period is heartbreaking. Something else I really liked is how clear it is that what they've seen and done during the years since the first bombs fell has changed everyone in the band and the way they relate. I also loved that the friendship between all the guys in the band is just as important as Gerard and Mikey's struggles with their changing relationship. Ray and Gerard's friendship is a thing of love and the talk towards the end between Gerard and Frank is stark and revealing and utterly fantastic. (2014-08-31)
QUOTE: A sudden high screech of violin makes Gerard's breath catch. It stings deep down in his mind, but it's barely a surprise at this point. Mikey's agony flickers in and out at random intervals these days. There's nothing Gerard can do except try not to make it worse, which means pushing down his own emotions. The rage frightens Mikey, but it's automatic - BL/ind is torturing Gerard's brother. It's funny how Gerard used to think he understood *revenge*. He hadn't even grasped the concept back then.
"Please tell me that's not his only copy," begs a voice from behind him.
Gerard turns. It's just DecayDance, looming even though he's a short fucker. In the background, Dr. D is leading Stereo Nova into the inner office, the two of them conversing in low secret murmurs.
"Come on, don't tell me you don't like that album," Decay insists.
Gerard looks down. He's holding a scratched-to-shit copy of The White Album. He sets it aside. "Two pristine copies in the vault," he answers blankly. He doesn't hate Decay, but the dude can be taxing at the best of times, and Gerard's concentration is split. Most of his mind is busy with Mikey.
Unfortunately Decay doesn't take the hint, squatting down a few feet away with a jaunty, "Fancy meeting you here." The real problem is, Gerard and Decay already have an understanding between them, and Gerard can't be too much of an asshole if he isn't prepared to break the truce and face the consequences. Allies are difficult to come by lately with Korse always tracking them, and Decay is well-connected and almost universally liked, which makes him valuable to know.
It's always messy to meet someone in the 'zones that you knew before the war. DecayDance leads the Youngbloods, and Party Poison has to deal with him when the two crews cross paths. Gerard wishes Pete Wentz had less distinctive eyes, or he wouldn't have known who was underneath the disguise of wild black dreads and thick beard, and they wouldn't have this awkwardness, this *I know who you are* tension.
Gerard tosses his head to get his filthy red hair out of his eyes. "What do you want, Decay?" Best to set the terms at the beginning.
"Heard you're looking for information. I might have a line on something," Decay says.
His heart pounds. Anything would help, it's been so long. But Gerard keeps a neutral expression. "Might?"
Decay shuffles closer, too close for Gerard's comfort, but more private. Even in safe places, you can't be too careful, and Gerard can respect that. (31,480 words)
author:mournful_optimist  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:character.study  activity:gun.fights  activity:hacking  activity:kidnapping  activity:rescue  activity:performing  beings:draculoids  beings:kids  concept:apocalypse  concept:brainwashing  concept:dystopia  concept:mindmeld/soulbond  concept:music  concept:rebellion  concept:sobriety  concept:torture  concept:violence  concept:war  condition:amnesia  condition:injury  condition:PTSD  geography:US:California  occupation:rebel  relationship:friendship  relationship:brothers  relationship:Waycest  relationship:UST  setting:desert  setting:on.tour  smut:fucking  smut:handjob  things:Trans.Am  time:pre-band  time:early.days  things:tattoos  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  band:Panic.at.the.Disco  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary)  pairing:Ray/Show.Pony(secondary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2014.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-07  recced:2014-07  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  universe:Danger.Days 
july 2014 by turlough
akamine_chan: Bunny Jr.
REC: When Pete comes home from the trip things are clearly wrong. And adorable little ficlet in the same universe as Run, Run, Bunny Run. Vampire kittens forever!! (2014-06-29)
QUOTE: "So, what happened to the couch?"
Patrick squinted through his glasses. "It looks like it got shredded."
"By what?" As Patrick shifted his weight from foot to foot, Pete noticed that the bottoms of Patrick's jeans were tattered; those were fairly new jeans. He looked around the room, seeing the subtle signs of destruction for the first time: the gouges in the baseboards, the curtains that seemed to have been shortened by a foot. "*Is that blood?*"
"Uh, maybe?"
Pete rounded on him. "What the hell is going on, 'Trick?"
"Mew." It was a tiny meow, coming from the tiniest kitten that Pete had ever seen, which seemed to suddenly appear out of nowhere. It was fuzzy and black and had abnormally large fangs. (637 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff  beings:animals.cats  beings:vampires  things:wings  relationship:established  geography:US:Chicago  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pairing:Patrick/Pete(primary)  pov:Pete  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-06  recced:2014-06 
july 2014 by turlough
akamine_chan: The Emo Connection
REC: MCR on the Muppet Show. This is the sweetest, happiest little ficlet ever! It's just how I can imagine it happening. (2014-06-29)
QUOTE: The music had been the easy part; Gerard struggled with the words, because his brain was still mostly stuck in a Black Parade kind of headspace. Not exactly kid friendly, though he really did like the idea of skeletal Muppets, or even better, zombie Muppets.
"Where do you think Muppets go when they die?" he'd asked, and Ray had just looked at him in horror.
So Gerard had brainstormed, trying to find something that was appropriate for the audience but still felt like something My Chem would do. After an intense and disturbing dream about the Muppets taking over the Death Star, Gerard found the words he'd been looking for. When he'd told the band about the song, and the inspiration, Bob rolled his eyes and Frank giggled, while Ray immediately started to tweak the music. Mikey just gave him a high five. (460 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Muppet.Show  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:crossover  fic:genre:fluff  beings:muppets  concept:music  time:the.hiatus  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-06  recced:2014-06 
july 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
romanticalgirl: 5 Hideouts
REC: Five secret hideouts of Mikey and Gerard. This is such a lovely little work. Way brothers forever! (2014-03-30)
QUOTE: It's not really a secret, but when things get crazy and their family shows up, rather than get dragged out of the basement by Aunt Irene, they make their way to Gabe's house and hide out in his basement with him. His parents don't speak to each other, and the house has a silence that Gabe hides with loud music and an obnoxious personality. He's straight edge, which neither of them understand, but they don't hold it against him, and he doesn't care if they get fucked up on his bed, talk about movies he hasn't heard of, and fall asleep and have to spend the night and he gets stuck on the fold-out cot he has for some reason neither of them understand, and Gabe's explanations are usually more confusing than making up his own truth. (544 words)
(also at http://romanticalgirl.livejournal.com/1162970.html )
author:romanticalgirl  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:form:5.things  beings:kids  beings:teenagers  relationship:brothers  time:pre-band  time:early.days  time:post-band  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-03  recced:2014-03 
april 2014 by turlough
turps: What I'm Looking For
REC: The one where Gerard and Mikey are shape-shifting sheeps in a family of wolves. A wonderfully heartwarming story about finding your way in the world. So sweet and gentle and quietly funny. And the writing is lovely. (2014-03-09) The one where Gerard and Mikey are shape-shifting sheeps in a family of wolves. A wonderfully heartwarming story about finding your place in the world. Sweet and gentle and quietly funny. (2014-04-25)
QUOTE: For a while, things remained okay.
While being a sheep wasn't cool, Gerard got used to wandering deserted streets, his hooves clattering against the sidewalk, Mikey his constant companion. Together they kept to the shadows, Gerard showing Mikey the parks where you could eat semi-clean grass, baa-laughing when Mikey attempted to run and rolled down a slight bank, his still wobbly legs splayed and wool straggly and dull in the moonlight.
Sure, they weren't hunting, and maybe extended family gatherings were an exercise in ignoring cousins licking their lips, but none of that mattered. How could it when Gerard had Mikey, and they spent hours concocting plans about undercover sheep heroes and discussing how Gerard could gather and spin his own wool.
It's how everyone got scarves for Christmas that year. If they looked a bit tatty with multiple dropped stitches and a distinct scent of BO, well, that was fine. His parents and grandma wore them regardless. (1,000 words)
author:turps  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:source:picture  activity:transformation.animate  activity:knitting  beings:animals.others  concept:ordinary.lives  relationship:brothers  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2014.PicFor1000  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-03  recced:2014-03 
march 2014 by turlough
amisophe: Friends We Know Like Fallout Vapors
REC: Gerard and Ray and the beginning of the band. This is a beautiful little story. So clear and sharp and brittle and it really captures that fragile moment when the idea of the band started to turn into reality. And I love the hint of future possibilities there is in the way Gerard and Ray see each other. (2014-03-02)
QUOTE: The thing about Ray is that he's worth noticing. He hides it under a sweet, quiet singing voice and a sort of timidity that makes it extra surprising when he busts out the Metallica, but Gerard wonders from the beginning if it's the same sort of quiet that kept him scared and hiding under nondescript black hoodies in high school.
Gerard pokes, metaphorically.
"Hey, Ray," he says.
Ray looks up from the half-crushed box of cables under the TV. His hair is frizzy and unwashed, and Gerard loses his train of thought.
"Uh," he says. "Do you think the kids will ever like us?"
"What," Ray says. "You mean the music?"
"Yeah," Gerard says.
"Well, um, if you keep writing stuff like this, I think we have a chance," Ray says. He was always the optimistic one.
"Do you think you would have liked this, in high school?"
"I... didn't talk a lot in high school," Ray starts. "I mean, I still don't, I guess, but it was different, you know?" He taps on the guitar with his nails, which are getting long. It makes a hollow sound. "No one talked to me about the devil except my grandma, for one."
"Jesus," Gerard says, "you're missing out."
"Not anymore," Ray says, raising his eyebrows. The brightest lightbulb in the basement flickers over the torn-up carpet. (1,160 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/1251751 )
author:amisophe  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  activity:performing  concept:music  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  time:pre-band  time:early.days  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Ray(secondary)  pov:Gerard  pov:Ray  challenge:2014.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-02  recced:2014-03 
march 2014 by turlough
cold_clarity: Little Talks
REC: Pete and Gerard and their late night conversations through the years. A lovely, quiet story. I love the almost unnoticed way their friendship develops and the way there's no need for a lot of words between them. (2014-03-02)
QUOTE: "If - um. If you talk to him, will you let him know I'm thinking of him?"
"Sure."
"Thanks."
The night deepens and the quiet spreads out between them. Gerard wonders if he should make up an excuse to get off the phone, but Pete speaks before he gets the chance:
"And you?" Pete asks. "You're holding up?"
The question catches Gerard off guard, not for what's being asked, but because Pete sounds so sincere. He grips his phone and tries not to think about Mikey, or about Alicia, or about the huge manor at his back, full of incomplete and frightening histories.
"I'm doing my best," he says honestly.
"Yeah. Okay." Pete hesitates for a moment, and Gerard can hear him suck in one short breath. "I know this might be a little - ah. I don't know. Weird, I guess? At any rate, you have my number now, so feel free to call me if you need anything."
"Okay." He knows he must sound stiff or stilted, but he's the kind of tired that leaves him feeling like he's empty of anything but fatigue and the rawness that comes with it. He imagines Pete wherever he might be - in his car, in his apartment, out on the porch of a friend's house - and he wishes he could summon up the strength to explain himself.
Instead, his head just feels heavy, and Pete has to break the awkward silence again:
"Take care, Gerard."
"Hey, Pete?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm - thanks for calling." (2,560 words)
(also at https://archiveofourown.org/works/10047956 )
author:cold_clarity  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  relationship:friendship  setting:on.tour  setting:on.break  location:Paramour.Mansion  tour:2005.Warped  time:the.breakup  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pov:Pete  pov:Gerard  challenge:2014.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-02  recced:2014-03 
march 2014 by turlough
cybercandy: Where Is My Mind?
REC: Mikey looses his memory on tour. A nice little eary days story with lots of great band interactions. I really liked the way Mikey and his amnesia were written. How he reacted to finding out he's in a band and the way the thing with Gerard developed. The hopeful ending felt very right. (2014-02-23)
QUOTE: "Head feeling better?" Ray asks when Mikey returns from the filthy restrooms. He's sitting with his back against a tire, sandwich in one, coffee in the other hand.
"Yeah. Enjoying the coffee?" Mikey mumbles. He can tell that mornings aren't his strong point and he's still got the shadow of a headache, although he's not sure if that's still from hitting his head, a hangover or caffeine withdrawal. He's hoping the coffee he's got in the shop will help if it's the latter.
"Coffee's shit, but it's coffee" Ray sighs. Mikey can only nod his agreement. Mornings, he decides, are not friends. They happen too fucking early.
He's half-way finished his coffee when he hears a curse, followed by Gee shouting, "Ow, motherfucker, get off me!" Frank comes tumbling out of the van, followed by a very dishevelled and sleepy looking Gee.
"Coffeeeee" Frank screams, launching himself at Ray who puts a protective hand over his cup, growling, "Get your own, you coffee-stealing freak."
Gee is making grabby hands with his eyes closed and he looks so pitiful that Mikey offers him his cup.
"Did Mikey just give his coffee to Gee?" Frank stage-whispers to Otter, who's in the driver's seat and texting furiously.
"Must've hit his head harder than we thought," Otter mumbles. (3,420 words)
(also at http://cybercandy.dreamwidth.org/7701.html )
author:cybercandy  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  activity:performing  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  condition:injury  condition:amnesia  relationship:friendship  relationship:brothers  relationship:UST  relationship:Waycest  smut:frottage  setting:on.tour  time:early.days  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary)  pov:Mikey  challenge:2013.Bandom.Holidays  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-12  recced:2014-02 
february 2014 by turlough
rubytuesday5681: Enjoy the Silence
REC: This summer is different. Frank contemplates Gerard during Warped 2005. This is quite lovely. Very interesting to see Gerard through Frank's eyes. It really highlights the differences betwen them. (2014-02-02)
QUOTE: This summer is better.
Gerard says his soul doesn't stink like the rotted pit of hell anymore. Frank thinks Gerard himself doesn't stink like that anymore either. Frank doesn't miss the sweatboozedirtfilthvomit eau de Gerard from last summer at all. It makes him a bit easier to take.
Sometimes Gerard is harder to take, though - like right now.
Right now Gerard just wants to be left alone. That's what he said when Frank and Ray invited him to play Zelda. It's the perfect game to pass the time on a long day of driving. Gerard doesn't want to watch a movie, either. He's just sitting under a blanket on the corner of the couch looking out the window. He isn't even sketching. Somehow Frank has a harder time with it when Gerard's fingers aren't busy making art or writing notes or even smoking... something. It's when he just sits and stares that Frank gets nervous. He worries. He knows the worrying pisses Gerard off, but Frank does it anyway. He can't help it. He isn't able to stop himself from asking, "What are you thinking about?"
Gerard just shakes his head and leaves the couch. (1,050 words)
author:rubytuesday5681  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  concept:sobriety  things:memories  relationship:friendship  setting:on.tour  tour:2005.Warped  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-01  recced:2014-02 
february 2014 by turlough
rubytuesday5681: Mikey Way's Annoying Older Brother
REC: Gerard's different when he comes back from his first year at art school. Or maybe it's Frank's that different. A very sweet story with a great portrayal of Frank as a young teenager. (2014-02-02)
QUOTE: He surprises himself then by saying out loud, "I don't get it." He thinks he must be drunk. When he's sober he only really talks to Gerard if Gerard's asked him a question or if Frank really needs something from him.
"Hmmm." Gerard's eyes are heavy-lidded. He's obviously more than half-drunk, too. He perks up a bit, eyes brightening as he asks, "What don't you get?"
"Just -" Frank waves a hand, agitated now. "Mikey and Pete." The alcohol is definitely affecting him, because suddenly Frank feels like venting. To *Gerard*. "I mean, it isn't that there's anything wrong with Pete. I guess he's okay to look at, but Mikey acts like he's the coolest dude on earth just because he already has a car and that stupid tattoo."
"I don't know." Gerard scratches his head, thinking for a moment. "I guess the excitement over the car is really the convenience factor. It's nice dating someone who can pick you up whenever they want." Frank isn't able to stop himself from making an exaggerated gagging sound when Gerard says "dating". That makes Gerard smile, his eyes crinkling up at the corners. Frank suddenly feels hot for no real reason. He pulls off his hoodie and realizes his cheeks feel flushed. Definitely drunk. "And you have to admit," Gerard continues, "Finding a way to get an underage tattoo is pretty badass. I know how hot you are to get ink of your own. Maybe there's a little jealousy there."
"Fuck you," Frank spits out.
Gerard just laughs. "Could be jealousy over more than just ink actually. It really sucks when your best friend starts dating before you. Same thing happened to me when Ray and Christa started dating."
Frank cocks his head to the side. Could this be real? Is Gerard Way actually able to relate to something Frank is going through? How odd. (3,140 words)
author:rubytuesday5681  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  activity:drinking  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:student.high.school  occupation:student.college  relationship:UST  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Mikey/Pete(secondary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2013.Bandom.Holidays  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-12  recced:2014-02 
february 2014 by turlough
gorgeousnerd: Frank the Crankiest Elf
REC: The one where Frank is Santa Claus' stepson and hates Christmas. Such a cute and fun little story. Totally the best sort of fluff. (2014-01-19)
QUOTE: Except the fucking band was doing a show entirely full of *Christmas covers*. The lead singer was hot in that week-old-black-eyeliner kind of way, sure, but he was wearing a Santa hat, and Frank was right in front of the stage, glaring at the drum kit.
Frank stayed where he was, arms crossed, as the band played through Santa Claus is Coming to Town and I'll Be Home for Christmas. Their guitarist was thrashing through the songs like he was in a metal band, and maybe Frank hated fucking Christmas, but he could respect good playing. He'd still been playing up north and everything; he couldn't let his own skills get rusty.
When the band took a break to get water, people started yelling requests. The lead singer strutted around as he sipped at his water and threw out a line or two of most of the song people called out acapella. Of course he had fucking vocal chops.
"I see why you like them," Frank begrudgingly muttered to Dewees during a snippet of All I Want For Christmas is You. Dewees elbowed him back. (2,090 words)
(also at http://firmament.dreamwidth.org/71117.html )
author:gorgeousnerd  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  activity:performing  holiday:Christmas  concept:magic  relationship:friendship  smut:blowjob  setting:bar/club  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:myth:North.Pole  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-01  recced:2014-01 
january 2014 by turlough
ermengarde: Pete Will Not Let Marauding Dragons Eat His Patrick
REC: What it says on the tin. Hilarious piece of fluff. (2014-01-05)
QUOTE: Pete's head fucking hurts, and when he reaches up to touch it, he's got a huge lump on his forehead, so he groans because a lump is not a hangover and therefore Andy will give him sympathy.
"You're awake then?"
"PATRICK!" Pete's eyes fly open. PATRICK! NOT EATEN! NOT FROZEN! BEST PATRICK!
"Yes. Pete, what were you doing, running at Frank?"
"Frank?" What? WHAT?
"Last night, before you tripped over a root and knocked yourself out on a rock, you ran at Frank yelling about how I wasn't a virgin to be sacrificed and if I was, I wouldn't be for long. Would you care to explain?" (559 words)
author:ermengarde  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:fluff  activity:transformation.animate  beings:animals.others  beings:dragons  relationship:friendship  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pov:Pete  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-01  recced:2014-01 
january 2014 by turlough
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
akamine_chan: Group Hug
REC: James is the luckies motherfucker in the world. A warm and happymaking little glimpse of James Dewees at a party. (2013-12-09)
QUOTE: He tries to move upstream back to the girl with the tattoos, but fails to win against the tide of partiers, so he lets himself be pushed into the living room. He sees the My Chem guys and as he drifts by, he reaches out.
Frankie grabs his hand and pulls him into their space, and there's laughter and trash-talking and Ray's describing some riff he heard, and Mikey and Gerard are explaining an obscure variant of D&D they want to try [...] (398 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:fluff  activity:drinking  relationship:friendship  setting:on.tour  time:early.days  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Reggie.and.the.Full.Effect  pov:James.D  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-12  recced:2013-12 
december 2013 by turlough
dapatty: The One Where Frank Was a Dragon
REC: The one where Frank discovers he's a dragon. Totally adorable little piece of fluff. And it's nice to see an early days story with a good Otter characterisation. (2013-11-10)
QUOTE: "Wouldn't it be cool though, Frankie. If unicorns were *real*? I mean Otter *is* an otter. It'd be so rad if unicorns are a thing, right?"
"Yeah, totally," Frank agreed. Hell, for all Frank knew, there were unicorns. Lots of them. Just like roaming the plains and shit, and only appearing to virgins. Mikey thought there were unicorns, anyway - not that he'd be able to see one now, if that virgin thing was an actual rule. That dude had surprisingly impressive game for a kid with such wack hair. (Frank knew he didn't have any room to talk, but Frank had the usual amount of game, you know?) Frank took a steadying breath and asked, "Other things would be cool too, you know? Like dragons. It be rad if there were dragons, right?" Then he held his breath.
"Fuck yeah, Frankie," Gerard agreed emphatically. "It'd be so rad. *If only*." Gerard said the last so wistfully, Frank almost said the words. Almost told his secret. He was almost certain, that out of anybody, Gerard wouldn't freak out. He wouldn't even blink. He'd probably just think it was cool and then go back to talking about vampires. But maybe he wouldn't. Maybe he would freak out and tell Frank to leave and mean it because Frank's omission was pretty much lying. That maybe was just too much of an unknown, it left him frozen in fear at the thought.
So he tried to push that part of himself down. Forgot about it. He couldn't even fly, so there wasn't any reason to want to stretch his wings the farther the van took them from home. (2,840 words)
author:dapatty  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:fluff  activity:transformation.animate  beings:dragons  beings:animals.others  beings:shapeshifter  concept:supernatural  condition:illness  setting:on.tour  time:early.days  band:My.Chemical.Romance  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-11  recced:2013-11 
november 2013 by turlough
x_dark_siren_x: The Danger is I'm Dangerous (Might Just Tear You Apart)
REC: Sometimes, Grace just wanted to dance. A wonderful glimpse of the future. So sharp and vivid and completely heartbreaking. (2013-11-10)
QUOTE: Sometimes she wanted to tip her head back, lift up her arms and let the neon slide over the colour dripping down her skin (Killjoy bright and just as deadly). She wanted to let it all fade, let the beat work its way into her blood, her head, for the pounding crush of people and bright lights wash away the white she still saw behind her eyes.
Ten years, and the sharp ache had only ever dulled. Left her empty and grasping even as memories faded. Left her vicious, desperate.
(Grace still saw them, the slump of red against white walls and inked hands barring the doors. (429 words)
(also at http://ashers-kiss.livejournal.com/10260.html#cutid2 )
author:x_dark_siren_x  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  universe:Killjoys.verse  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:rebellion  concept:char.death(past)  things:memories  setting:bar/club  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Grace  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-10  recced:2013-11  universe:Danger.Days 
november 2013 by turlough
Lucifuge5: Maps, Charms and Other Things That Go Bump in the Dark
REC: Ray's first day at Belleville High. A totally adorable little piece of INOK/Harry Potter fusion fluff. (2013-11-03)
QUOTE: "Yo, dude! You with the 'fro!"
Ray readies himself for whoever's calling him. He turns around, mindful of keeping his face blank. "Hey," he says like he has all the time in the world. There's a short guy waving at him.
"'sup? You're in my class. C'mon," the short guy replies.
Even though it makes him feel like he's a dolt, Ray doesn't move. "Um..."
"Psy-Astronomy, right?" the guy quirks an eyebrow. He's barely over 5' tall. His dark brown hair, styled like he's trying to grow out a mohawk, curls at the ends. His school uniform looks a bit askew, his shirt only half-way tucked in and the tie knotted as if it was an afterthought. A pair of aviator-style sunglasses hang from his shirt's front pocket. The guy waits until Ray starts walking toward the classroom before he goes inside, sitting down by one of the windows.
Ray follows him quietly and takes the empty seat next to the guy. "How...?"
"Did I know?" The guy sticks his right hand out. "Hi, I'm Frank and I'm semi-clairvoyant. Also, I saw you pacing up and down this hallway. Looking like a lost, shaggy dog." He giggles.
"Huh, OK. I guess that's as good of an explanation as any." Ray frowns, confused but relieved that he found the right classroom. "I'm - I'm Ray." (2,290 words)
author:lucifuge5  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Harry.Potter  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fusion  fic:genre:fluff  universe:I'm.Not.Okay  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:magic  occupation:student.high.school  relationship:friendship  setting:high.school  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Ray  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-10  recced:2013-11  challenge:2013.Bandom_Meme.Exchange 
november 2013 by turlough
snarkydame: Interval
REC: The King and his Hunt continues to haunt the world. Gerard keeps looking for his brother and Ray. Frank waits in the rain. A marvelous glimpse of what's going on in the world after the end of her fantastic urban fantasy, 'Drums and Monsters'. It's wonderfully atmospheric and full of tantalising glimpses of places and things I want to hear more of. I can't wait until the real sequeal is finished! (2013-10-27)
QUOTE: They left tracks here, as they did in very few places - the massive, burning hooves of the Hunters' horses left prints lined in fire that guttered and darkened and cooled, and the paws of the hounds...
The hounds. They were wolves once. They had names. When they were here, he could almost remember his own.
He whined, and his companion nipped at his jaw. He ducked his head and leaned into the other's broad chest. Something deep within him, something that never entirely went away (not even when they were running through myth and dreams) said *pack*. Said *family*. It murmured so even under the all-consuming pull of the King's Hunt, and here, in this place that made them almost real, it was loud enough for him to notice the missing note in the chord.
He whined again, taking another step. Only the hound at his side (he never left his side) ever strayed so far from the Hunters. Where was the third? His *brother*. Where was his brother? Almost, almost, he could remember his name - could feel it forming, just at the edge of a thought.
The horns rang out, and he shook from the force of them. The sound was overwhelming - he could feel his edges fraying back into smoke, thought and memory already gone. The Hunt was moving. (1,860 words)
(also at http://theladysnarkydame.dreamwidth.org/27235.html )
author:snarkydame  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:urban.fantasy  beings:vampires  beings:werewolves  beings:faeries  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:family  concept:magic  concept:pack  concept:quest  concept:supernatural  things:memories  relationship:established  relationship:brothers  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  pov:Mikey  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-10  recced:2013-10 
october 2013 by turlough
annemari: This Is How I Disappear
REC: The one where Gerard suddenly becomes invisible. Such a sweet little story. Way brothers are the best! (2013-10-27)
QUOTE: Ray sighs. "Come on, guys, we don't have time for this." He raises his voice. "Gerard, man, get out here, we have to leave soon and Frank's acting weirder than usual."
Gerard swallows heavily, steps forward and puts his hand on Ray's shoulder. Ray screams and jumps back.
"Told you," Frank says.
Ray's eyes are darting around the room, not once focusing on him, and Gerard abruptly feels like he wants to cry.
"Hey, so," he says. "I'm not dead or anything, right?"
There's a pause. "Well," Frank says, and steps forward. "I'd think if you were a ghost or something then we *could* see you, but not touch you, right?"
"Ghost, what?" Ray asks. "I don't -"
"Yeah, but -"
"Plus, then there'd, like, be a body," Frank says. "And I'm pretty sure yours is right, uh." He waves his hand around vaguely in front of Gerard. Gerard catches it and holds on. Frank doesn't flinch this time.
"See," Frank says, and then makes a face. "Well, not *see*, but, uh. You're right here."
Gerard squeezes his hand tighter, then looks at Ray. Ray's staring in Gerard's direction, but mostly he's staring at Frank's hand, how it must look like there's, well, an invisible hand squeezing it. (2,810 words)
author:annemaris  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  concept:invisibility  relationship:brothers  setting:on.tour  tour:2006-2007.Black.Parade  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-10  recced:2013-10 
october 2013 by turlough
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
alpheratz: Come Back To the Place You Are
REC: Ray didn't lose touch with Gerard on purpose. A sweet and achey and ultimately hopefull little story about new beginnings. (2013-09-29)
QUOTE: Gerard was busy. They all were. It was normal to - not *lose* touch, but misplace it, maybe. Shove it into the glove compartment of life under half a dozen expired insurance cards. You knew it was still there - you'd just have to rummage around when you needed it.
All of this made perfect sense to Ray, so when he emerges from his studio, ravenous, for his afternoon snack of coffee and Skittles, it does not make sense that Gerard is sitting on the floor holding the baby. The baby is holding what looks like Gerard's phone, half in his chubby little hands and half in his mouth.
Gerard grins at Ray, huge and sunny. "Hey, Toro. Nice baby you got there. Aren't you, baby Toro?"
Ray helplessly looks around for Christa. She walks out of the kitchen holding a can of Diet Coke. He raises his eyebrows at her as calmly as he can.
"Gerard dropped by," Christa says, like that explains anything, and drops the Coke into Gerard's lap.
Gerard catches it before it can do any damage to sensitive parts and directs his toothy grin at Christa. "Thanks."
Christa ruffles Gerard's hair and leans down to kiss the baby's head. "Have fun, you two. Pringles, be good. I'm off."
When Christa leaves, Ray sighs and puts his hands on his hips. "What are you doing here?"
Gerard raises an eyebrow and Ray flushes. "I mean, I haven't heard from you in ages." (1,440 words)
(also at http://no-tags.dreamwidth.org/17311.html )
author:alpheratz  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:category:het  fic:genre:character.study  beings:kids  relationship:friendship  relationship:established  relationship:breakup  relationship:poly  time:post-band  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Ray/Christa(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Ray(primary)  pov:Ray  challenge:2013.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-09  recced:2013-09 
october 2013 by turlough
pikasafire: Coping Strategies
REC: Gerard does his best to help Spencer cope. A really sweet little story. Awkward and tentative and very hopeful. (2013-09-29)
QUOTE: Gerard grabs his phone, taps out a quick reply. 'Sure its ok. How r u doing?' He debates for a moment before adding a smiley and pressing send. He turns back to his drawing, adding a layer of spikes, doesn't look up when Mikey puts a fresh cup of coffee in front of him. "I would have said it was okay for Spencer to call me, even without the coffee." He feels compelled to point out. "I'm not that much of a dick."
"I know." Mikey says. "What the hell are you drawing? Is that supposed to be Spyke from Evolution? Because that's not what his hair looks like."
As they bicker quietly over coffee. Gerard can't help but wonder what it would've been like if he hadn't gotten clean. Gerard's notoriously bad with his phone and he feels a little guilty when he checks it after Mikey leaves and there's a message from Spencer, sent three hours ago 'thanks' it says, 'not doing so great'.

'It gets better' Gerard types. He cringes as it sends 'that's not supposed to sound as lame as it does' He feels awkward like this, like he's doing it wrong. It's strangely easier to be an icon of hope for thousands rather than just one. 'I don't know how useful I'll be but I'll try'.
'thanks'
Gerard's half expecting something else, but his phone remains silent. (2,010 words)
author:pikasafire  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  concept:addiction  concept:sobriety  things:memories  relationship:friendship  time:post-band  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Panic.at.the.Disco  pov:Gerard  challenge:2013.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-09  recced:2013-09 
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