turlough + fic:genre:au   836

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
akamine_chan: Come Catch Me
REC: Frank and Gerard help relocate an Allosaurus arcticus. Another outtake in the The Life of Dinosaurs series. Lots of fun but now I really want there to be white, featherd dinosaurs in our world too! (2016-09-04)
QUOTE: "What's your situation?"
"Well," Frank started. It was embarrassing, to be honest. "I'm inside the cage, of course, and the allosaurus can't get to me, thank fuck." The allosaurus opened its mouth, displaying teeth designed to tear and rend. It tried to get a good grip on the steel bars, but couldn't fit its head very far between them. It yanked and the cage jerked a few feet across the snowy ground.
About 300 feet away, Frank could see the tundra rover where Brian, Gerard, Ray, Mikey, and their A. arcticus expert, Kenojuak Ashevak, were safely ensconced, away from any allosaurus with big, gnashy teeth. There was a grinding sound, and Frank watched, alarmed, as the allosaurus chewed on one of the thick metal rods that made up walls of the cage.
"I'm safe for now, but it looks like with some effort, the allosaurus can get through the bars." He sat down on the ground and crossed his legs, because his knees were suddenly wobbly.
He could hear Kenojuak talking calmly in the background. "Well, Kenojuak says they can put a lot of pressure behind their bite, so yeah. The cage wasn't made to withstand a determined allosaurus with time on its... uh, claws," Gerard said.
"Ask him what the fuck happened," Brian said. "I swear to God, he told me he hit the mark. "
"I did!" Frank was indignant. "Tell Brian that I did!" (2,290 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  fic:genre:action/adventure  beings:animals.dinosaurs  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:alternate.world  setting:tundra  geography:Canada  relationship:established  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2016-05  recced:2016-09  activity:exploring  occupation:explorer 
september 2016 by turlough
akamine_chan: Finds You in the End
REC: A one-night stand that developes into something more. With a twist. A very sweet story that gives us a glimpse from a fascinating universe. (2016-09-04)
QUOTE: It had been an impulsive decision, to visit the House of Secrets. Franc's life was too dangerous, too transient, for him to form bonds, and sometimes he just needed to be touched. A craving that he couldn't satisfy with drink, or powder, or the twist of his own slicked hand.
A quick trip to the House, a donation to the Mistress, and a night lost in carnal indulgence. Simple. Quick. Easy.
Franc should have known better; his Luck was never that good.
He couldn't stop thinking about the man, the way he moved, rocking slowly into Franc, making him feel the stretch and pull. The sounds he made when Franc sucked a bruise onto his thigh, the way his fingernails dug into Franc's shoulders to pull him close, *closer*, how he watched Franc's face as he drowned under the sensations trembling through him.
When he closed his eyes, Franc couldn't see anything but the man, laid out under him, strung out by Franc's touch, his face *open*, unashamed and honest. (1,500 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  activity:transformation.animate  beings:dragons  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:magic  occupation:bounty.hunter  smut:anonymous.sex  smut:fucking  setting:other.world  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2016.Pod_Together  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2016-08  recced:2016-09 
september 2016 by turlough
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
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
syrupwit: untitled ficlet
REC: Ghoul wonders if Poison ever get tired of red. A sweet little ficlet. (2016-01-10)
QUOTE: "You ever get tired of red?" Ghoul's face and Poison's were very close. Their legs tangled together. Their breathing had evened out. (142 words)
author:syrupwit  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  universe:Danger.Days  things:Gerard's.red.hair  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Fun.Ghoul/Party.Poison(primary)  pov:Party.Poison  +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
syrupwit: Baby, You're Much Too Fast
REC: Five moments in the developing relationship between Fun Ghoul and Party Poison. Stark and direct and very poignant. Balancing on the edge between heartbreaking and hopeful. (2015-12-27)
QUOTE: "Come on baby, just let me take care of you," Poison murmured into Ghoul's ear, not caring how much it sounded like begging. "Wanna make you forget, make you feel so good..."
"Get off me," said Ghoul. "You're high."
Poison's own laughter sounded mocking in his ears. "So?"
"So get off me."
He released Ghoul and stepped back. "There you go. I'm off you. Happy?"
"No." Ghoul looked at him, and his expression was so open Poison couldn't keep looking at his face.
"Right, you're never happy." Poison turned away, feeling the ugly curl to his lip. He was being too loud. He could tell. No one would care in a minute, but for now all eyes were trained on him. On them. He couldn't take it. He headed for the exit. (1,630 words)
author:syrupwit  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:form:5.things  fic:genre:AU  universe:Danger.Days  activity:drug.use  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:rebellion  occupation:rebel  setting:bar/club  setting:desert  smut:blowjob  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Fun.Ghoul/Party.Poison(primary)  pov:Party.Poison  +length:short.1k-5k  challenge:2015.Bandom.Holidays  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-12  recced:2015-12 
january 2016 by turlough
prophetic: A Late Night Double Feature Picture Show
REC: New York City, 1948, a meeting in the dark at the late night movie theater. This is a lovely little story with beautifully evocative writing. The characters feel very true both to themselves and to the time. And the ending has so much quiet hope for the future. (2015-12-20)
QUOTE: He heard the man take a breath, but Frank kept his eyes on the screen, face expressionless. Figures in the theater stood and moved, strolling quietly, unhurriedly, to other seats to become pairs. On the screen, the Martian shot a man with his laser gun, and the man slumped to the ground, writhing in magnificent agony. The Martian clutched his laser and laughed triumphantly. Somewhere, a woman screamed, and Frank and the man fell into each other.
The man's mouth on his, in a surprising, swooping sensation that made Frank's joints weak. Despite the many times he had been to the theater, he had never, never kissed another man before. Frank's hand on the man's wool coat, and then finding its way inside it, feeling the warmth he wanted to wrap himself in. The man reaching to touch Frank's face and then to put his hands in Frank's hair.
Frank's hat toppled to the floor, between the seats.
Shedding coats, unbuckling belts, and behind them, fire and fumes as the prototype rocket braved Earth's atmosphere and made its way into the uncharted emptiness of the solar system. (1,680 words)
author:prophetic  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:homophobia  setting:cinema/theater  smut:frottage  smut:public.sex  smut:anonymous.sex  period:1940s  geography:US:New.York  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-11  recced:2015-12 
january 2016 by turlough
akamine_chan: 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
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
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
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
Lucifuge5: You Can't Plan for Love
REC: Future arranged marriage fic, or the one where Mikey and Ray bond over pro wrestling. A cute little piece of fluff. (2015-02-22)
QUOTE: Judge Morrison cleared his throat. "And now, we can open the discussion on the final item." He looked over his glasses, tilting his head while giving Mikey what could only be described as an assessing look. "I believe it is in the best interest of everyone involved if Mr. Way could clarify whether he'd prefer the wedding to take place in the summer or in the fall?"
"The wedding? What? I don't - *what*?" He glanced at Brian before directing his gaze back to the judge.
"Your Honor," Brian said, "may we pause the proceedings so that I can confer with my clients?"
"Very well, Mr. Schecter," Judge Morrison replied with ease. "You have 10 minutes."
"Thank you, Your Honor," Brian said, sitting next to Mikey in one swift move. He leaned over to Mikey, keeping his voice steady. "All right, listen up and listen good 'cause we only have a few: the last clause in the agreement between your family's multi-planetary industries and the Toro family's corporation is a symbolic union between the families. A show of good faith and all that."
Mikey turned halfway around until he faced Brian. "An arranged marriage? That's so... I didn't even think people did things like that anymore."
"I know." Brian made a calming gesture. "It's a rare thing nowadays, that is true. The Toros are a very *traditional* family. From what I know, the youngest son has yet to be betrothed. It makes sense that they would use any opportunity to close all kinds of deals, so to speak." (1,260 words)
author:lucifuge5  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  concept:ordinary.lives  relationship:marriage  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Mikey/Ray(primary)  pov:Mikey  challenge:2015.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-02  recced:2015-02 
march 2015 by turlough
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
winterlover: Poison Pink
REC: Gerard dyes Party Poison's hair. An adorable little ficlet with an added streak of seriousness that makes the rest of it feel even more precious. Don't miss the art work at the end! (2015-02-08)
QUOTE: He has no idea where Gerard managed to get the dye and the almost new towel from, but Poison knows better and doesn't ask.
He's busy enjoying the sensation of Gerard gently rubbing his head dry. And the towel's really soft, it's totally fluffy. It's so very different from the usual rags they use. It reminds him of - no, he doesn't want to think of the past. The present has to be good enough. It is good. And so fluffy!
"Hmm -" Gerard has pulled the towel away and runs his fingers through Poison's hair.
"Huh?" Poison looks up. (237 words)
author:winterlover  artist:winterlover  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  art:technique:graphic  art:technique:blend  activity:hair.cutting/dyeing  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Party.Poison(primary)  pov:Party.Poison  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  !meta:rec:art  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
fleurdeliser, ohnoktcsk, tuesdaysgone: Your Heart Turns Out the Lights
REC: The one where Gerard the writer visits Invisible Manor and meet Frank the musician and Grant the mad inventor. Another wonderful story from these writers. So full of companionship and love. I never grow tired of seeing what new and fascinating dance they have thought up for the three characters. The worldbuilding this time is absolutely delightful. I love the manor and its strange inhabitants and steampunk-flavoured technology. And as usual the sex is warm and comforting and scorchingly hot. (2015-01-18)
QUOTE: He has a very mischievous smile. It's... fucking captivating, Jesus. Gerard wasn't expecting that. "Lead on," he says.
As soon as they walk through the main door, Gerard knows that everything the twins had told him about the house was true, and at the same time, that nothing he'd been told could come close to capturing how fucking amazing this place is. A stairway winds up from his left to the second level, tall stained-glass windows let in the diffuse afternoon light, and half the foyer is taken up by a clockwork monstrosity.
"What is it?" Gerard breathes.
"Mostly it's a sculpture," Grant replies. "But it's got a few functional bits too." Gerard's fingers are already itching for his pens. "Now, now, don't stand in the foyer all day." Grant grins. "This way."
He leads Gerard down a hall and through large, ornate double doors and into a massive library.
"Holy shit."
"Thank you," says Grant, obviously pleased at Gerard's reaction. "I've been working on my collection of books twice as long as I've been working on the house; there wasn't much else for a lad like me to do, in Glasgow." Gerard smiles at him, and Grant shrugs easily. "I found my way forward by going backward. Gaslight, steam and gears, paper and ink. I have a lovely music room, it's just this way." When Gerard doesn't follow immediately he laughs. "The library isn't going anywhere."
"I do like music too. I write songs sometimes," Gerard says as he follows.
"A man of many talents, then," Grant replies. He leads Gerard through a small sitting room and then through another doorway, which opens into the promised music room.
Gerard gapes. "Is that a pipe organ?"
"It is. My own design, of course," Grant replies. "It's - somewhat of a favorite." His smile is fond and a bit faraway.
"That's fucking amazing," Gerard says. "I have a feeling everything in this house could be described like that."
"You haven't even seen the upstairs yet," Grant says, smirking. "However," he adds seriously, "follow me and I'll show you the dining room and the kitchen. You'll have full access to the kitchen in between meals, of course, but Vince is an excellent cook. I can attest to that." He pats his stomach, which draws Gerard's eyes to his midsection, and his hand. He's really quite attractive.
Gerard forces his eyes back up to Grant's. "Sounds good," he says.
The kitchen is just as incredible as the rest of the house, in its own way. There are steam-powered appliances and an old fashioned wood-burning stove. "The coffee maker is over here," Grant says, gesturing to a machine that looks nothing like any coffee maker Gerard has ever seen before in his life.
"Oh sweet lord," Gerard blurts.
Grant laughs. "It's not as bad as it looks. Fresh ground beans are always the best, are they not?"
"That's true," Gerard allows.
"And it's all automated, so all you have to do is flip this lever -" Grant points at a tarnished copper switch "- and it will grind the beans, which will drop into the filter, and then hot water will be pumped in from the boiler. Actually, one of my simpler designs." Grant must notice Gerard's look of longing, because he says, "Perhaps a demonstration is in order?" (54,760 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:ohnoktcsk  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:steampunk  activity:cooking  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:art  concept:music  concept:magic  concept:polyamory  occupation:writer  occupation:musician  occupation:inventor  things:comics  setting:mansion/palace  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  smut:handjob  smut:threesome  geography:UK:Scotland  challenge:2015.Poly.BB  +length:long.50k-100k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-01  recced:2015-01 
january 2015 by turlough
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
akamine_chan: Blood On Your Hands (Sharpest Lives 'verse 8)
REC: Party Poison tries to distract himself. A both hot and sad glimpse from the early days of The Sharpest Lives 'verse. I have so much love for this universe and the way Aka always manages to convey so much with so few words. (2014-12-07)
QUOTE: Tonight, Poison has no patience, he's got nothing but hot anger pounding through his blood, and he's almost choking on it. He tears open the packet of slick he'd pulled from his pocket and dribbles some into his hand. He not careful at all, rubbing at the guy's asshole before pushing in fast with a pair of crossed fingers.
"M'name's Cam," the dude huffs out, squirming back against Poison's hand, and he wonders what he's been muttering under his breath. Cam is tight, and Poison's dick is so fucking hard, he needs this bad. Needs to forget. He leans forward and bites the back of the dude's neck, ignoring the tickle of Cam's green-dyed hair against his face.
Something's off, and it takes him a minute to realize that Cam doesn't smell right, there's no familiar coffeesmokesweat scent. It's like a splash of cold water in his face, it dulls his arousal and distracts him, but then Cam wriggles and moans. "C'mon, baby, want you." (963 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:PWP  fic:genre:character.study  universe:Sharpest.Lives.verse  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:addiction  smut:fucking  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Party.Poison(secondary)  pov:Party.Poison  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-11  recced:2014-12  pairing:Party.Poison/OC(primary)  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  universe:Danger.Days 
december 2014 by turlough
something_safe: Code Red
REC: Party is looking for medicine but finds pretty much the exact opposite. The writing is a little awkward in places, particularly the similes, but it's still a very hot little PWP. (2014-12-07)
QUOTE: Winded, Party can't even gasp for breath because Korse's hands are suddenly fastening around his neck, heedless of injury. His grip is iron clad, eyes flinty with anticipation as he slams Party's head back against the tile, sending the room into a whirling kaleidoscope of pain. Even with one of Party's feet wedged hard against the joint of his hip, knee against his chest, he can still put enough weight into his movements to squeeze him dizzy, the scrambling and clawing of Party's hands pathetically ineffective.
"This really is a sloppy second, Red," Korse breathes, drooling carrion and seething hatred with every word. "S'like your heart's just not in it."
Stomach squirming and face hot, Party chokes on a response, sucking in a wheezing breath and gripping helplessly at the bunched fabric at Korse's shoulders. With hands around his throat and weight on his thighs, he feels physically confused, vulnerable and empowered.
"Well - I didn't wanna make you feel bad -" he hacks, "old guy like you, s'probably hard going -"
"How sweet of you..." Korse grins now, but it's not a nice grin. Party likes it though, it looks good on his usually stony face.
"Mm- well I do what I can, y'know. Ego's a fragile thing and I know you're very attached to yours. I'm very philanthropic that way."
"Oh you are, Party," Korse agrees, "you always do seem ready to take one for the team." (2,720 words)
author:something_safe  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:PWP  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:violence  condition:injury  occupation:rebel  occupation:exterminator  smut:fucking  smut:rough.sex  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Party.Poison/Korse(primary)  pov:Party.Poison  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-10  recced:2014-12  universe:Danger.Days 
december 2014 by turlough
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
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
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
rubytuesday5681: You Can Trust Me
REC: They only made out once. It shouldn't be a big deal but Frank can't get Gerard out of is mind. A nice sequel to 'Mikey Way's Annoying Older Brother'. Frank feels very believable as a young teenager. (2014-08-17)
QUOTE: The thing is, he just can't get it out of his mind - the whole making out with Gerard thing. At first he was willing to give himself a break because that was a totally hot and heavy make out session, more intense than anything he's ever done before. In fact, if Ray hadn't called when he did and interrupted them, Frank has no idea how far it might have gone. He can't be certain, but it totally felt like Gerard was about to move his hand from Frank's back to his ass just before the phone rang.
Fucking Ray. Totally not his fault, but still.
So yeah, perfectly reasonable that Frank basically rubbed his dick raw jerking off to thoughts of Gerard for a few days after that. Frank is fourteen and horny and apparently a stud because he hooked up with a *college* dude.
But it was *Gerard*. And ever since the "incident" (as Frank has taken to calling it in his mind) Gerard's been acting totally normal - like nothing even happened. And that's fine. It's totally fine because Gerard was drunk and maybe doesn't even remember and he's way too old for Frank anyway and Frank doesn't even *like* Gerard. In fact, he actively *dislikes* Gerard because he doesn't shower and his hair is always greasy and once he starts talking about something political he never shuts up.
And Frank was doing just fine not thinking about Gerard tonight. He was. He had fun playing board games with the kids and made up a bedtime story for them about farts. It was hilarious. But then after they went to sleep he was bored and started flipping through TV channels and of course there was some stupid romcom on with people making out all over the place and now Frank's sitting here like a total lunatic touching his lips and trying to remember why it was so cool to feel Gerard's teeth with his tongue. (3,570 words)
author:rubytuesday5681  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  fic:genre:character.study  beings:teenagers  occupation:student.high.school  occupation:student.college  relationship:UST  things:memories  location:Way.basement  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2014.Pod_Together  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-08  recced:2014-08 
august 2014 by turlough
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
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
winterlover: Rimming ficlet
REC: Poison kind of hates rimming. But not all of it. Hot and also very cute. The last line is perfection. (2014-06-29)
QUOTE: Poison kind of hates rimming. It’s not the smell or taste that he dislikes. They managed to shower somewhere, so it’s a mixture of almost-clean Gerard, only a hint of salty sweat and the unavoidable dust, but mostly the flavor of arousal that makes his mouth water. He doesn’t dislike it because Gerard is making these noises. (165 words)
author:winterlover  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:PWP  relationship:established  smut:rimming  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Party.Poison(primary)  pov:Party.Poison  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-06  recced:2014-06  universe:Danger.Days 
july 2014 by turlough
akamine_chan: Save Yourself Tonight (Sharpest Lives 'verse 22)
REC: Gerard loves to kiss but Party doesn't really see the point. A new glimpse from the Sharpest Lives universe. I'm so happy she's still writing these. This is a lovely look at where Party and Gerard's relationship is right then. (2014-06-08)
QUOTE: Gerard loves to kiss, and Poison doesn't get it. What's the point? It's not like sucking someone off or using your hand; there's no payoff. Life's too fucking dangerous for something as useless as kissing.
That never stops Gerard, though.
He climbs into Poison's lap and and just kisses him, over and over, mouth wet and hot. Poison struggles under Gerard's weight, arching up in search of friction and pressure, his hands settling on Gerard's hips, pulling him closer, *harder*.
Gerard makes an unhappy little sound and twines their fingers together, pushing them above Poison's head, nipping at Poison's lip in punishment when Poison tries to move them. Poison subsides, lets Gerard do whatever he wants,
Which is kissing. (570 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  universe:Sharpest.Lives.verse  relationship:established  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Party.Poison(primary)  pov:Party.Poison  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-05  recced:2014-06  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  universe:Danger.Days 
june 2014 by turlough
synonomy: The One Where Gerard Is A Chef With A Very Unhandy Problem
REC: Chef!Gerard and handyman!Frank. A fluffy, cute, and hot little PWP. (2014-04-20)
QUOTE: It was Frank that came to the rescue (well, technically it was Mikey, since he's the one who brought Frank to Gerard's attention and the one who made the call, but the point still stands) which is no doubt a highly contributing factor, Gerard knows. Like, Frank saved his first night as a restaurant owner - his first night of living his lifelong dream - from being a complete disaster. He didn't have to do it, probably had something else he could have been doing, and yet he helped Gerard out anyway.
Plus, he's stupidly hot. Gerard isn't surprised in the slightest he feels the way he does.
Still, he doesn't want to think about it. He's not an idiot, he senses the spark between them, but Frank is the only guy he trusts with his baby: this place. He'd rather not get into anything that carries a risk of losing that.
He takes Frank the coffee, sipping his own while he watches him fiddle with the fusebox, swearing occasionally. "Any joy?"
"I think so," Frank says, teeth gritted. "Just gotta - *motherfuckingshit* tits on a *stick*! Ah - yeah, there we go. Try it now."
Gerard can't help but grin, heading back into the kitchen and shutting the still-open oven door with his foot. He takes a breath, turns the dial, and after it clicks back at him reassuringly a few times, it whirs to life. Gerard whoops triumphantly, relief washing over him. "So we can open tomorrow after all!"
"You're welcome," Frank says, appearing in the kitchen with a grin. He puts his toolbox on the metal counter and swings his ass up next to it, mug cradled in his hands. He shakes his head and makes negative noises when Gerard pulls out his wallet. "Gee, no, come on. It was nothing. I've only been here, like, twenty minutes."
"It's three in the morning, you help me out all the time, and I'm paying you," Gerard insists.
"I was awake anyway, you're a friend, and this was just a favor," Frank counters, waving away the bills Gerard thrusts at him. "Next time you want me to come unclog your toilets, *then* you can pay me."
Gerard scowls, reluctantly putting his money away. "Is there any way at all I can get you to take my money tonight?"
"Nope," Frank says cheerfully. "But I'll take a grilled cheese and a beer, if it will ease your conscience." (4,990 words)
author:synonomy  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  fic:genre:PWP  activity:DIY  activity:cooking  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:baker/cook  occupation:handyman  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  setting:café/diner/restaurant  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-04  recced:2014-04 
april 2014 by turlough
turps: What I'm Looking For
REC: The one where Gerard and Mikey are shape-shifting sheeps in a family of wolves. A wonderfully heartwarming story about finding your way in the world. So sweet and gentle and quietly funny. And the writing is lovely. (2014-03-09) The one where Gerard and Mikey are shape-shifting sheeps in a family of wolves. A wonderfully heartwarming story about finding your place in the world. Sweet and gentle and quietly funny. (2014-04-25)
QUOTE: For a while, things remained okay.
While being a sheep wasn't cool, Gerard got used to wandering deserted streets, his hooves clattering against the sidewalk, Mikey his constant companion. Together they kept to the shadows, Gerard showing Mikey the parks where you could eat semi-clean grass, baa-laughing when Mikey attempted to run and rolled down a slight bank, his still wobbly legs splayed and wool straggly and dull in the moonlight.
Sure, they weren't hunting, and maybe extended family gatherings were an exercise in ignoring cousins licking their lips, but none of that mattered. How could it when Gerard had Mikey, and they spent hours concocting plans about undercover sheep heroes and discussing how Gerard could gather and spin his own wool.
It's how everyone got scarves for Christmas that year. If they looked a bit tatty with multiple dropped stitches and a distinct scent of BO, well, that was fine. His parents and grandma wore them regardless. (1,000 words)
author:turps  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:source:picture  activity:transformation.animate  activity:knitting  beings:animals.others  concept:ordinary.lives  relationship:brothers  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2014.PicFor1000  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-03  recced:2014-03 
march 2014 by turlough
jabbergrey: How Far Down
REC: Pete gets Patrick a hooker - Mikey's brother Gerard. This was so much better than I feared it would be from the prompt. I liked the way it acknowledged the tricky task of balancing between "fantasy" and "reality" in that sort of scenario. The characterisations were very good and it was really hot too. (2014-03-02)
QUOTE: "I don't believe this," blurts Patrick. "That's..."
"Exactly what you want to do to me?" Gerard gives him a knowing smile. "Yeah. I can tell you want to push me around. Right?"
"Yeah," says Patrick hoarsely. He thinks, now, that he could tell Gerard what he wants to do to him, but the rush of images in his head is too much - he doesn't know where to start.
"Do you know what you could make me do?" Gerard goes on.
He's too pretty, dirty and sharp and unreal in the yellow room. Patrick decides then; he's going to do this, and do it how he wants to.
He returns Gerard's smile, feeling saw-toothed and unreal, and says deliberately, "Anything."
"Now we're talking," Gerard says happily, and Patrick sees his other persona settle back over him: he suddenly looks lost and too-thin and needy.
"God, I want to break you," he finds himself saying. For a horrifying moment he's afraid he's fucked up - said something bad or stupid - but Gerard leans toward him, eyes closing, and sighs.
"Just tell me what to do," he says, and slow warmth pours into Patrick's chest.
Patrick brushes past him and sits down on the bed. "Show me that you want it."
"You want the...?"
"The campy seductive thing, yeah," Patrick says, and Gerard grins at him.
It's not the same campy seductive thing; Gerard runs his fingers through his wild hair, stretches, and slinks forward to sink down on his knees in front of Patrick. His stupid too-big muscle shirt shifts to reveal a new slice of pale skin, muscle and the soft curve of extra flesh at his hip. (3,490 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/1744043 )
author:jabbergrey  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:PWP  fic:genre:character.study  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:prostitution  relationship:d/s  smut:roleplay  smut:pain.kink  smut:masturbation  smut:blowjob  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pairing:Gerard/Patrick(primary)  pov:Patrick  challenge:2014.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-02  recced:2014-03 
march 2014 by turlough
gorgeousnerd: Powderpuff
REC: It's not as if Frank's opposed to powderpuff football. It's just that the timing is bad. I bookmarked this when it was new but then I forgot about it until now. Anyway, it's a very hot fic and I really like the way it plays with gender. The way both Frank and Gerard's view of each other changes while the underlying feelings stay the same. (2014-02-02)
QUOTE: Ray smiles a little sideways. "Besides, you look hot."
Coming from Ray, that means a lot.
They run onto the track when they're fully changed, pom poms shaking. The varsity and JV cheer squads are on the field in uniforms, but before Frank can spot Gerard, Jamia intercepts, eyes shining above her greasepaint streaks.
"I thought you'd fit my uniform." She tugs on the skirt a little. "How's it feel?"
"*Cold*. Don't you have a game to play?"
Jamia kisses him on the cheek. "To win."
She moves aside, and the rest of the cheer squad comes into view. Gerard's in the center, next to co-captain Lindsey, but everyone's heads are bowed while Gerard speaks too quietly for Frank to hear. Gerard keeps flicking the flag in the back pocket of his football pants nervously - powderpuff isn't full-contact football - and runs his hands through his hair nervously.
It's interesting seeing Gerard like this. It's easy to think he'd be super butch in the football gear and more effiminate in the cheer outfit, but that's not how it works at all. Maybe it was being around smaller, rounder women, but cheering, Frank can never look away from the angle of Gerard's jaw or the jut of his shoulders. Today, with the pads and a helmet in hand, the curves of Gerard's hips and the prettiness of his face are impossible to ignore. Frank starts to lick his lips before he tastes the chalkiness of his cheap lipstick and makes himself stop.
But Gerard looks up, and when his eyes point Frank's way, he licks his lips for Frank. Frank shifts on his feet as Gerard jogs over.
"Hey," Gerard says when he stops a couple feet away.
"Hey. You look good out there."
A comment like that the night before, when they did the dinner-and-a-movie thing for the first time, would have made Gerard duck his head or blush. Not now. Gerard's eyes are dark and fixed, and fuck, good thing Jamia's skirt isn't too short. Frank needs something to hide his growing boner. (2,290 words)
(also at http://firmament.dreamwidth.org/67750.html )
author:gorgeousnerd  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  activity:crossdressing  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:genderfuck  occupation:student.high.school  relationship:established  smut:blowjob  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  challenge:2013.Kink.Bingo  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-08  recced:2014-02 
february 2014 by turlough
rubytuesday5681: Mikey Way's Annoying Older Brother
REC: Gerard's different when he comes back from his first year at art school. Or maybe it's Frank's that different. A very sweet story with a great portrayal of Frank as a young teenager. (2014-02-02)
QUOTE: He surprises himself then by saying out loud, "I don't get it." He thinks he must be drunk. When he's sober he only really talks to Gerard if Gerard's asked him a question or if Frank really needs something from him.
"Hmmm." Gerard's eyes are heavy-lidded. He's obviously more than half-drunk, too. He perks up a bit, eyes brightening as he asks, "What don't you get?"
"Just -" Frank waves a hand, agitated now. "Mikey and Pete." The alcohol is definitely affecting him, because suddenly Frank feels like venting. To *Gerard*. "I mean, it isn't that there's anything wrong with Pete. I guess he's okay to look at, but Mikey acts like he's the coolest dude on earth just because he already has a car and that stupid tattoo."
"I don't know." Gerard scratches his head, thinking for a moment. "I guess the excitement over the car is really the convenience factor. It's nice dating someone who can pick you up whenever they want." Frank isn't able to stop himself from making an exaggerated gagging sound when Gerard says "dating". That makes Gerard smile, his eyes crinkling up at the corners. Frank suddenly feels hot for no real reason. He pulls off his hoodie and realizes his cheeks feel flushed. Definitely drunk. "And you have to admit," Gerard continues, "Finding a way to get an underage tattoo is pretty badass. I know how hot you are to get ink of your own. Maybe there's a little jealousy there."
"Fuck you," Frank spits out.
Gerard just laughs. "Could be jealousy over more than just ink actually. It really sucks when your best friend starts dating before you. Same thing happened to me when Ray and Christa started dating."
Frank cocks his head to the side. Could this be real? Is Gerard Way actually able to relate to something Frank is going through? How odd. (3,140 words)
author:rubytuesday5681  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  activity:drinking  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:student.high.school  occupation:student.college  relationship:UST  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Mikey/Pete(secondary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2013.Bandom.Holidays  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-12  recced:2014-02 
february 2014 by turlough
dapatty: To Be the Friction In Your Jeans
REC: Ray keeps seeing Gerard everywhere but it takes some time before he finally bumps into them. Such a cute and sweet and funny little story. (2014-02-02)
QUOTE: "Oh shit! I'm so sorry," Ray said, steadying Gee with his hands on their shoulders and then let go. It was never cool to hold strangers, unless the stranger you were meeting was Dewees and Dewees was a dude with no personal space. But anyway, Ray was trying not to stare at this outfit which he thought was some sort of a-line dress-like tunic thing that was black over these amazing tights that were lace and had this delicate skull pattern. And *oh shit* they were talking to Ray.
"It's cool. I probably ran into you. I was too busy with my nose in a book," and then giggled this ridiculous and endearing little laugh and Ray might have to admit to being a little gone for Gee already. Frank was going to laugh at him so hard.
Ray smiled to find that Gee was holding the same paperback that Ray had swung into the bookstore to pick up.
"Hey, I stopped by to get this," Ray said gesturing at the book.
"Yeah? I love this series," Gee gestured wildly with the book. "I hear it's Toby's last good day."
"I know! Like the other days have been good? Fuck," Ray laughed. "Our hearts are gonna be totally broken after this one. Probably."
"Yeah. I should stop by Frank and Jamia's and get preemptive comfort pastries," Gee said, tucking a stray strand of hair behind their ear.
"I was gonna swing by and get some tarts, myself," Ray said and then in a moment of boldness that he had no idea where it came from, "Wanna go get a coffee?" (1,650 words)
author:dapatty  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:genderfuck  occupation:shop.assistant  relationship:UST  setting:café/diner/restaurant  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Ray(primary)  pairing:Frank/Jamia(secondary)  pov:Ray  challenge:2013.Bandom.Holidays  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-12  recced:2014-02 
february 2014 by turlough
gorgeousnerd: Frank the Crankiest Elf
REC: The one where Frank is Santa Claus' stepson and hates Christmas. Such a cute and fun little story. Totally the best sort of fluff. (2014-01-19)
QUOTE: Except the fucking band was doing a show entirely full of *Christmas covers*. The lead singer was hot in that week-old-black-eyeliner kind of way, sure, but he was wearing a Santa hat, and Frank was right in front of the stage, glaring at the drum kit.
Frank stayed where he was, arms crossed, as the band played through Santa Claus is Coming to Town and I'll Be Home for Christmas. Their guitarist was thrashing through the songs like he was in a metal band, and maybe Frank hated fucking Christmas, but he could respect good playing. He'd still been playing up north and everything; he couldn't let his own skills get rusty.
When the band took a break to get water, people started yelling requests. The lead singer strutted around as he sipped at his water and threw out a line or two of most of the song people called out acapella. Of course he had fucking vocal chops.
"I see why you like them," Frank begrudgingly muttered to Dewees during a snippet of All I Want For Christmas is You. Dewees elbowed him back. (2,090 words)
(also at http://firmament.dreamwidth.org/71117.html )
author:gorgeousnerd  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  activity:performing  holiday:Christmas  concept:magic  relationship:friendship  smut:blowjob  setting:bar/club  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:myth:North.Pole  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-01  recced:2014-01 
january 2014 by turlough
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
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
annemari: Find Out Your Hiding Places Again
REC: Gerard doesn't think he's lost enough blood to start hallucinating. The one where Gerard and Mikey have become superheroes on different sides. I love how lowkey this was. Just two brothers finally talking after having drifted apart. annemari write such lovely Way brothers interaction. (2013-11-03)
QUOTE: Gerard doesn't think he's lost enough blood to start hallucinating.
"Shit," Mikey says. "Shit, Gee, what the fuck?"
"How?" Gerard asks. "How do you - how did I - ow, fuck, motherfucker."
"Stop moving," Mikey says. "Okay, now get up, we have to go."
"That's a contradiction," Gerard says, and lets Mikey pull him up. His side is bleeding, and it really hurts like a motherfucker, but his costume absorbed some of the impact and helped keep the worst damage at bay.
"But -" Gerard wheezes, leaning heavily on Mikey. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
"What are *you* doing here?"
"I asked you first. Ow."
"Easy," Mikey says. "Shit, we need to get you to the hospital."
"I'm fine," Gerard says automatically. He stumbles, and groans when the wound throbs. Fucking ow. "Okay, never mind. A hospital sounds really good."
There's a blast to their right and Mikey curses and pulls them to cover behind a shelf. "Can't you tell your guys to fucking back off?"
Gerard rests his head against the shelf, panting. "Hey," he says. "We. We didn't start this."
Mikey doesn't reply; he pulls Gerard up again and they keep moving. Gerard follows him blindly; he pushed his mask up when he got hit and the enemy ran up to him. Except the enemy turned out to be *Mikey*. (2,730 words)
author:annemaris  fandom:Bandom  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:AU  activity:rescue  concept:superpowers  condition:injury  occupation:vigilante  occupation:musician  relationship:brothers  setting:mall  setting:clinic/hospital  time:post-band  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2013.Bandom_Meme.Exchange  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-10  recced:2013-11 
november 2013 by turlough
Lucifuge5: Maps, Charms and Other Things That Go Bump in the Dark
REC: Ray's first day at Belleville High. A totally adorable little piece of INOK/Harry Potter fusion fluff. (2013-11-03)
QUOTE: "Yo, dude! You with the 'fro!"
Ray readies himself for whoever's calling him. He turns around, mindful of keeping his face blank. "Hey," he says like he has all the time in the world. There's a short guy waving at him.
"'sup? You're in my class. C'mon," the short guy replies.
Even though it makes him feel like he's a dolt, Ray doesn't move. "Um..."
"Psy-Astronomy, right?" the guy quirks an eyebrow. He's barely over 5' tall. His dark brown hair, styled like he's trying to grow out a mohawk, curls at the ends. His school uniform looks a bit askew, his shirt only half-way tucked in and the tie knotted as if it was an afterthought. A pair of aviator-style sunglasses hang from his shirt's front pocket. The guy waits until Ray starts walking toward the classroom before he goes inside, sitting down by one of the windows.
Ray follows him quietly and takes the empty seat next to the guy. "How...?"
"Did I know?" The guy sticks his right hand out. "Hi, I'm Frank and I'm semi-clairvoyant. Also, I saw you pacing up and down this hallway. Looking like a lost, shaggy dog." He giggles.
"Huh, OK. I guess that's as good of an explanation as any." Ray frowns, confused but relieved that he found the right classroom. "I'm - I'm Ray." (2,290 words)
author:lucifuge5  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Harry.Potter  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fusion  fic:genre:fluff  universe:I'm.Not.Okay  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:magic  occupation:student.high.school  relationship:friendship  setting:high.school  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Ray  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-10  recced:2013-11  challenge:2013.Bandom_Meme.Exchange 
november 2013 by turlough
snarkydame: Interval
REC: The King and his Hunt continues to haunt the world. Gerard keeps looking for his brother and Ray. Frank waits in the rain. A marvelous glimpse of what's going on in the world after the end of her fantastic urban fantasy, 'Drums and Monsters'. It's wonderfully atmospheric and full of tantalising glimpses of places and things I want to hear more of. I can't wait until the real sequeal is finished! (2013-10-27)
QUOTE: They left tracks here, as they did in very few places - the massive, burning hooves of the Hunters' horses left prints lined in fire that guttered and darkened and cooled, and the paws of the hounds...
The hounds. They were wolves once. They had names. When they were here, he could almost remember his own.
He whined, and his companion nipped at his jaw. He ducked his head and leaned into the other's broad chest. Something deep within him, something that never entirely went away (not even when they were running through myth and dreams) said *pack*. Said *family*. It murmured so even under the all-consuming pull of the King's Hunt, and here, in this place that made them almost real, it was loud enough for him to notice the missing note in the chord.
He whined again, taking another step. Only the hound at his side (he never left his side) ever strayed so far from the Hunters. Where was the third? His *brother*. Where was his brother? Almost, almost, he could remember his name - could feel it forming, just at the edge of a thought.
The horns rang out, and he shook from the force of them. The sound was overwhelming - he could feel his edges fraying back into smoke, thought and memory already gone. The Hunt was moving. (1,860 words)
(also at http://theladysnarkydame.dreamwidth.org/27235.html )
author:snarkydame  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:urban.fantasy  beings:vampires  beings:werewolves  beings:faeries  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:family  concept:magic  concept:pack  concept:quest  concept:supernatural  things:memories  relationship:established  relationship:brothers  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  pov:Mikey  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-10  recced:2013-10 
october 2013 by turlough
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
snarkydame: Frank Iero, AI
REC: The post apocalypse cyberpunk crime noir story where Frank is an private detective and an AI. This is an amazing story. The worldbuilding is wonderfully vivid and intricate and the characters feel really true both to themselves and the setting. And the writing is gorgeous. Definitely my favourite story in this round. (2013-09-29) This is an amazing story. The worldbuilding is fantastically vivid and intricate and the characters feel very true, both to themselves and the setting. And the writing is gorgeous. (2013-10-30) I love and adore the worldbuilding in this story. The idea of uploading millions of people to an already enormous virtual reality in an effort to save them from the apocalypse is both fantastic and thoughtprovoking and the result is a world I would love to hear more about. For all the immediacy and richness of this story, it's still just scratching a tiny bit at the surface of this incredibly vivid and intricate world. (2013-11-19)
QUOTE: He turned around, finally. "I've heard of you," he said.
"Everyone's heard of me." I was fucking famous.
"I need your help."
"Stands to reason." No one sought me out to chat about the weather.
"I need to find some people," he said, hooking his hands in his coat pockets. "I've been looking since the Crash."
"You and half the world," I said, and meant it. Most of the new additions hadn't been conscious when they'd been connected - no choice of landing, no Guides. HELENA was a big, big place to wake up in.
"I've heard you can help me."
"Depends. Can you afford me?"
"Depends," he said, smiling that same lopsided smile. "What are you charging this week?"
"Hmmm." Charging coin was pointless - all I had to do was rewrite some code. Pull it out of the damn ether. Bartering was more for fun than anything else.
"Who am I looking for?"
"A ninja," he said, "and a bird. At least, that's the latest description I have of him."
Well. He *had* been in some interesting Sectors.
I rubbed a finger through the dust I'd allowed to settle on my desk. It's all about atmosphere, this detective business. I was particularly proud of the shadows cast by the slowly spinning ceiling fan.
"For a ninja, and what may or may not be a bird? I'll need a save crystal, Blue Grade. And a Trans-Sector warp key." Couldn't spin those out of raw code. Too unstable without without authorization. Which meant they were rare, and getting rarer.
Theory was, there wasn't anyone left on the outside to authorize new ones.
He held out a hand. After a moment, in which I tried and failed to remember anyone who knew who I was offering to touch me voluntarily, I took it.
"I'm Gerard," he said. "I'll take those terms." (3,600 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/1051533 )
author:snarkydame  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:het  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:cyberpunk  fic:genre:action/adventure  activity:rescue  activity:hacking  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:artificial.intelligence  concept:virtual.reality  concept:apocalypse  concept:violence  concept:quest  occupation:police/detective  occupation:adventurer  occupation:hacker/programmer  relationship:UST  setting:virtual.world  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(primary)  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2013.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-09  recced:2013-09  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
october 2013 by turlough
ohnoktcsk: And Me Here On the Ground
REC: Frank's worked hard to build a life for himself in the city and he's content with what he has: a job as a bike courier, friends who love to give him shit, and a crush on a professor of art history at the local university. But he's also got a secret - one he's been running from for a long time. This is a fabulous story! A wonderful mix of urban and high fantasy, with fairy tales and domestic fluff added in, and it works and it's glorious. The worldbuilding is fantastic. The mix of the magical and strange with the ordinary and humdrum, and the glimpses we get of both ancient and recent history are totally fascinating. I love the way Frank is written. His growing love of Gerard, his friendship with Dewees and his instant connection with Ray, his wariness of Grant and the old magic, and whatever it is he's trying not to remember - it all make him feel very real and also very likeable. And the climax and conclusion to the story was absolutely fantastic. It was so exciting and intense I read it all in one huge gulp and could literally not look away from the screen. This is definitely my favourite story so far of this wave. (2013-09-22) Best of 2013 - Most Interesting Fantasy AU & Best Frank Characterisation: This is a wonderful mix of urban and high fantasy, with fairy tales and domestic fluff added in. You wouldn't think it could possibly work but it does and it's glorious. It has fantastic worldbuilding, the mix of the magical and strange with the ordinary and humdrum, and the glimpses we get of both ancient and recent history are totally fascinating. Not only is this a fabulous story, it also has an absolutely first class Frank characterisation. His growing love of Gerard, his friendship with Dewees and his instant connection with Ray, his wariness of Grant and the old magic, and whatever it is he's trying not to remember - it all makes him feel very real, very human, and also very likeable. Finally it's also a story that has a truely great ending. The climax and conclusion was so exciting and intense I could literally not look away from the screen when I first read it. I had to read it all in one huge gulp and it's been a long time since I did that. (2014-02-16)
QUOTE: The address on the pickup slip leads him down a winding mess of side streets. It turns out to belong to a shop with dusty windows, tucked into the ground level of an old, faded sandstone building. The sign hanging above the door says, in spidery writing, 'Curiosities'.
A bell tinkles when Frank pushes open the door. The shop looks like it's seen better days; half the shelves are empty, and what's left isn't anything to write home about, all scuffed furniture, tarnished brass, and musty books. The light that filters in through the murky front window is dancing with dust motes.
It's definitely not flashy enough to be the kind of place a wizard would run, so that's something. And hey, no giant spiders yet. Frank's cautiously optimistic.
"Hello?" he calls.
A man steps out from a doorway behind the counter. He's tall and much more well-dressed than Frank would have expected, given the state of the shop he apparently runs, but okay. He gives Frank a calculating look. "Are you from the courier service?"
"That's me." Frank flashes his courier's badge, then reaches into his bag. "I've got a receipt for you to sign, and I'll need to you fill out a delivery slip."
"Of course," the man agrees, placidly. He's got an accent - a Northerner, maybe. "I'll go and fetch the package."
The package, when the man reappears from the back room and sets it on the counter, turns out to be a smallish rectangle wrapped in plain brown paper. In the 'contents' section of the delivery slip, the man writes, 'a naturalist's observations re: the healing properties of mermaid song; rare'.
When Frank picks up the package to tuck it away in his bag, he sees that there's a hand-drawn symbol on the underside. It's simple, but something about it draws Frank's eye. He wonders if it's the curiosity shop's logo, or maybe some sort of guild sign.
Frank's not getting paid to ask questions, though, so he just gives a mental shrug and indicates where the man needs to sign on the delivery slip. His signature is an illegible flourish.
"The shop may be a bit difficult to find," the man warns him, once the paperwork and the payment is all squared away. "And when you do find it, you'll need to knock three times on the left side of the front door. There shouldn't be any problems after that."
"Okay," Frank says, looking over the paperwork for the address and already plotting a route in his head. It's a little weird, but it's not the weirdest delivery instruction he's ever had to follow. It's not even the weirdest delivery instruction he's had to follow this month.
"Also," the man adds, snapping his fingers like he's just remembered, "you'd best avoid taking the parcel near the water. Just in case."
That's weirder, but whatever. Frank can deal.
Frank politely bids the man a good day and heads back out to the street. There's a crow sitting on the handlebars of his bike and giving him a shrewd look. "Fuck off, birdbrain," Frank tells it, shooing it with his hands.
The crow flies away. (32,150 words)
author:ohnoktcsk  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:action/adventure  activity:drinking  activity:rescue  beings:Grant.Morrison  beings:dragons  beings:birds  beings:dryads  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:art  concept:magic  concept:music  things:memories  occupation:courier  occupation:artist/designer  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:frottage  setting:other.world  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2013.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-09  recced:2013-09  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
september 2013 by turlough
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Mingling Hands and Mingling Glances
REC: The one where Frank, the new teacher at the English faculty, develops feelings for Grant and Gerard, whose longstanding casual affair has started to become anything but. I loved the way Grant and Gerard's changing relationship was written and really liked the way bits and pieces from canon had been incorporated into the story. And the sex was both hot and heartwarming. A very happymaking story. (2013-09-15)
QUOTE: "Please tell me there's coffee."
"I promised you coffee, didn't I?" Grant says, going over to the pot he keeps on a bookcase in his office.
"Because you are the best. At this point, I'd probably take last week's dregs if I had to," Gerard replies. Grant turns back toward him with a steaming mug Gerard knows is just how he likes it. "Thank you," he breathes, catching Grant's wrist and squeezing with his free hand.
"Anything for you, pet."
Gerard's chest tightens a little bit just like it always does when Grant calls him that. He takes a sip of his coffee and breathes in deep through his nose. "Fuck, that's good. You really are good to me."
Grant doesn't make the expected joke this time around, just smiles and pours his own coffee. That's... hm. Gerard had gotten used to the way things were between them. He supposes maybe he'd been the one to initiate what happened Friday night. But he couldn't help himself.
Gerard never has a problem pulling - Grant thinks it's hilarious, because Gerard usually barely even has to exert himself - but this summer hadn't brought anyone exciting, and Grant had been *gone*, and Gerard had missed him a shocking amount. And he'd missed Grant's kisses and touches almost as much. It's not as if he got them that often to begin with. It's never, ever been a problem, though - this thing they do - and Gerard's not ready to let it become one now.
"So how was your time with Mikey?" Grant asks, voice totally natural.
"It was great," Gerard replies as normally as he can. "Went to a show Saturday night."
"Nice. And besides the eight am from hell? Anything exciting on your agenda?"
"Sitting here with you and grading, and cursing myself for assigning homework the first week?" Gerard asks hopefully.
"Not just lurking in the English department in case a certain of my coworkers comes by?" Grant inquires.
"That's just a happy side benefit," Gerard says and waves his hand dismissively. An awesome side benefit. But mostly, he just likes sitting here with Grant. His department head is a friend of Grant's, and he'll occasionally stop by and threaten to give Gerard's office away "since you seem to prefer this one," he teases. It's true, really. He is usually in one of the studios or in Grant's office when he doesn't have office hours.
Gerard does keep one eye on the open door, though, and not only in case of student invasion. He really wouldn't mind another eyeful of Professor Iero, who's a sinfully attractive little morsel. It's Grant who actually spots him, though. "Professor Iero, you look like you could use some coffee," he calls. (21,200 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:art  concept:literature  concept:polyamory  condition:illness  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:writer  occupation:teacher  relationship:friendship  relationship:friends.with.benefits  relationship:UST  relationship:poly  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  smut:fucking  smut:threesome  setting:college  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  pov:Grant.Morrison  challenge:2013.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-08  recced:2013-09 
september 2013 by turlough
mwestbelle: Ever Just the Same (Ever a Surprise)
REC: How the Charm Weaver met the Raven Boy and got entangled in his destiny. A lovely fairy tale with very believable characters and lovely writing. I loved the way both Gerard and Frank was written - how complex and multilayered they both proved to be - and what a rock Ray was. Definitely one of my favourites in this wave of BBB. (2013-09-15)
QUOTE: He is as deep in the woods as he dares go, scanning the speckled forest floor for mushrooms, when he gets a glimpse of pale flesh instead. It's just a flash, fast enough to make him think that he must have imagined it; he can't think of anyone from the village who would be out in the woods this close to dusk. And even if they were, they would be covered, wearing thick cloaks, gloves, scarves, all the charms they could muster. It was too late in the year, too much of a bite in the air to be exposing more skin than necessary.
But he keeps his eyes open, and he sees it again, slipping behind a tree. Gerard comes closer, trying to be steady and nonthreatening as the underbrush cracks below his feet, and so slowly comes around the side of the tree.
And gods, it's a *child*, a pale boy with dark hair wearing nothing but a pair of ripped and ragged trousers that barely reach midcalf, obviously long outgrown. There seem to be some strange dark marks on his torso - bruises? - and he is entirely uncharmed; Gerard can't feel any humming on him. He reaches for the chain around his own neck; in his haste, he fumbles the clasp and tugs the whole thing over his head, pulling the smooth wooden charm out from under his shirt. It's still warm from his skin, and the chain is easily large enough to put it closed over the boy's head. It isn't much, but at least it's something, to keep the boy safe until they make it back to the village.
As the charm hits the boy's chest, he visibly stiffens, and tips his head back against the tree to look up at Gerard. His eyes are black, all the way through.
He's confused, for a moment; the boy steps away from the tree and faces him. Then he changes. Gerard isn't quite able to comprehend it, though it happens before his very eyes. The boy is *growing*, shifting and changing, and what Gerard once took for bruises prove to be black symbols in his skin that spread and shift as he grows, curling over his arms and even up on the side of his throat.
He's not merely growing taller, but older, his frame filling out, his features becoming more defined, until he stands before Gerard, of a height with him and, to all appearances, of an age. Gerard's protection charm hangs around his neck, and the boy, now a man, carefully picks it up, holding it up to inspect it before he flicks his black gaze back to Gerard.
The man reaches out to him, curves his hand around Gerard's cheek. His skin is a little cool, like the chilled bite in your cheeks from being out in the wind for too long. "I won't forget this," he says. And then he turns, giving Gerard a glimpse of inky black wings that seem painted on his back, each individual feather impossibly clear. But only for a moment, for with each step he takes, he fades until he is gone. As though no one was ever there at all.
But Gerard's shirt is still rumpled from when he reached inside, and it's amazing how keenly the absence of even such a small thing can be felt. He rubs his hand against his chest and rearranges his cloak around himself. It isn't his first encounter with something dark and unnatural in the woods, but by far the strangest. And the first that hasn't shied away from him, as heavily charmed as he is. (20,860 words)
author:mwestbelle  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fairytale  activity:kidnapping  beings:faeries  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:magic  occupation:wizard/witch  occupation:ruler  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  setting:forest/jungle  setting:mansion/palace  setting:other.world  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2013.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-08  recced:2013-09  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
september 2013 by turlough
akamine_chan: Anchors and Stars
REC: Gerard knows nothing but the ocean. His life is turned upsidedown when Frank falls overboard in front of him. I love the gentle, lyrical tone of the writing and the fascinating glimpses we get of the underwater world. The ending is both suprising and so right. Such a lovely story. (2013-09-15)
QUOTE: Mikey knows there's something wrong; they're brothers, after all, tied by blood and birth. Elena is suspicious, as well, but Gerard manages to avoid both of them. He spends a lot of time exploring an old shipwreck, playing tag with the eels hiding among the wooden planks, studying the artifacts he finds in the cargo holds. The objects take on new significance, new meanings, when viewed through Frank's memories.
Gerard wonders how he can miss someone so much that it *hurts*, a physical ache in his chest.
He spends some time dreaming with a passing pod of whales. They sing him songs the past and tell him of the future, and for a while, it helps remind him of how wide the world is. The whale-folk are wise and knowing, and croon to him about soul-ties and two-as-one.
Gerard doesn't feel so fortunate in having this... bond with a walker. They're from different cultures, different worlds, with nothing in common.
'You will be together,' the whales sing.
Gerard wishes he could believe it.
He *feels* Frank, a warm presence in the back of his head. It's impossible to tell if the longing that curls through his blood is his, or Frank's, and Gerard tries to ignore it for as long as he can. (4,200 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  activity:rescue  activity:transformation.animate  beings:teenagers  beings:mer.people  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:mindmeld/soulbond  concept:magic  relationship:UST  setting:beach/lake/ocean  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  challenge:2013.Pod_Together  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-09  recced:2013-09  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
september 2013 by turlough
akamine_chan: Wanna Hear You Sing the Praise
REC: The forest has been calling to Frank his whole life. A nice little werewolf AU. I particularly liked the description of the forest. (2013-09-15)
QUOTE: It's moon-bright, but the lantern softly illuminates the well-worn path under Frank's feet. The woods are noisy, filled with the buzzing of crickets, the hushed beat of feathered wings, and other, less innocent sounds. The wind blows, ruffling Frank's hair, playing with the hem of his cloak. He can taste the first hint of winter in the air, snow and ice. It sends a shiver down his back, and he pulls the hood of his cloak over his head.
There is a sense of menace surrounding the old oaks, elms and maples in the forest, and Frank's lantern casts strange shadows, turning branches into outstretched arms, knots and whorls into eyes and gaping maws, roots into feet. Dead leaves rattle in the breeze, swirling along the ground, startling Frank.
He chokes on a laugh, a frisson of fear tingling along his nerves. This isn't what he expected when he entered the forest. After being drawn to the woods for so long, Frank thought he would feel... welcomed. Instead, all he senses is a distinct lack of interest in his presence here.
This was a mistake. That stark realization turns his blood cold. (1,640 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  activity:transformation.animate  beings:werewolves  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:supernatural  setting:forest/jungle  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(secondary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2013.Pod_Together  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-09  recced:2013-09 
september 2013 by turlough
akamine_chan: Shadow of a Damaged Heart
REC: Gerard and Helena knew that the Dark was dangerous but it was still a shock when they got the mayday from Mikey and Bunny Marie. This is really great space AU. The worldbuilding is wonderful and so skillfully done. I love the characterisation of Gerard and his complicated relationships with Mikey and with Helena. And the way his growing attachment to Frank is written. (2013-09-08) This is such a great space AU. The worldbuilding is wonderful and so skillfully done. I love the careful attention to detail and how unobtrusively and effortlessly the writer weaves together the different elements into a coherent whole. I also have great love for the characterisation of Gerard, his complicated relationships with Mikey and with Helena, and his growing attachment to Frank. (2013-11-21)
QUOTE: He listened to the mayday twice before Mikey's words started to sink in through the numbness.
"Gee, I'm hoping when you get this, Bunny Marie will be powered down and I'll be in stasis. We hit something, I don't -" The signal faded out, and then back in with a burst of static. "-bably got too close to a patch of dark matter, took out the engines. Gonna deploy the emergency ion ramscoop -" There was a loud explosion in the background, the sound of metal tearing. "Fuck," Mikey said. "There went the aux magsail."
Mikey's voice was calm, almost bored, but Gerard knew that meant that he was trying not to panic. There was a screeching whine, interference of some sort, cutting across what Mikey was saying. "-rie can hold things together, you and Helena just need to come and find us."
There was a long pause, and if Gerard concentrated, he could hear faint beeping in the background as Bunny Marie struggled to minimize the damage. Gerard knew every system alarm a ship could make, and by the sounds of it Bunny Marie was leaking fuel and heat into cold space. She was fighting fruitlessly to dampen the vicious spin they'd picked up from the collision as well.
It was bad.
"Gonna divert power to boost our location and trajectory signal. Come and find us, big brother." Mikey swallowed audibly, and Gerard was distantly glad that Bunny Marie hadn't had the power for a vid signal. Hearing the fear in Mikey's voice was bad enough. Seeing it on Mikey's face would have killed him.
Another crackle of static, then "- love you, Gee."
The transmission ended with a hiss of white noise, and Gerard realized he was breathing fast, almost panting, teeth clenched against the scream that was trapped in his throat. *Mikey Mikey Mikey -.*
Helena's presence brushed against him, confused and scared, and Gerard consciously relaxed his hands, ignoring the little bloody half-moons dug into his palms. He didn't have time for hysteria, every moment that passed decreased the chances of finding Mikey and Bunny Marie. They had to start *now*. (16,460 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:character.study  activity:rescue  activity:plane/vehicle.crash  beings:animals.dogs  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:in.space!  concept:artificial.intelligence  concept:quest  things:Gerard's.platinum.hair  things:memories  occupation:particle.hunter  occupation:mechanic  relationship:brothers  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  setting:spaceship/spacestation  setting:alien.planet  band:My.Chemical.Romance  challenge:2013.BBB  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-09  recced:2013-09 
september 2013 by turlough
turps: Beyond the Dark Horizon
REC: Gerard and Mikey have spent years travelling between planets, on the run from the authorities. One day Mikey gets hit by a blaster shot from a port guard and they end up becoming involved with medic Toro and his group of freethinking friends. I love the way Terri writes the Way brothers, how close they are and how much they love each other. The way they and Ray's group started to open up and learn to know and trust each other was wonderful to see. Their bonding over music was so right. The glimpses we got of the multi-spieces society of the planet was fascinating and Terri is marvelous at making the scenery and settings come alive. (2013-09-08)
QUOTE: Chest aching he looks around once again, trying to decide if he should keep searching, or give up and go back to Mikey.
"I heard you've been looking for Toro."
The man speaking has appeared from the side of a building. Dressed in a black coverall, he's got a respirator hanging around his neck, and carries a bag over one shoulder. He's talking in Earth standard, something so unusual in this sector that it takes a moment to click that Gerard can actually understand what's been said without the aid of the other person's comm chip.
"You're speaking Earth standard." It's not what Gerard intended to say, but after so long communicating via artificially perfect language, he's distracted by how the man's talking, something genuine and easy like Gerard would have heard at home back on Earth. "And yes. Yes I am. I need a medic."
The man approaches, whistling when he sees Gerard's leg. "Nice burn, looks like you've been tangling with the port guards. The fucker's have started using bioblasters, you're lucky that looks like a graze shot."
Fear strikes hard as Gerard suspicions are shown to be true, and he says, "I am lucky. But Mikey wasn't. He needs a medic. If you're Toro, can you come with me? Please."
The man stares at Gerard, as if assessing the truth of what he's just heard. "I'm not Toro."
"But do you know where he is?" Close to begging now, Gerard pats his pockets, trying to think what he's got left to offer. "I've got some universal credits, some clothes and shit if you want that," and the most valuable possession of all, which would be a disaster to lose, but not as much as losing Mikey. "Or you can have my bike. It's old but works well. Get me to Toro and it's yours."
"And what will you offer him?" the man asks, studying Gerard. "The clothes off your back, your boots, your sweet mouth?"
"If he wants them." Gerard replies instantly, and means every word. Whatever he needs to do to get help he'll do it. "So do you know Toro or not? If you don't I need to keep looking."
"I know him." The man walks forward and in an unexpected graceful movement climbs behind Gerard on the bike. Sitting close, he rests his chin against Gerard's shoulder. "I'm Frank. Follow my directions and I'll take you to Toro." (24,190 words)
author:turps  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:action/adventure  activity:gun.fights  activity:bartering  activity:killing/murder  activity:performing  beings:aliens  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:in.space!  concept:family  concept:music  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  concept:violence  condition:injury  things:motorbike  occupation:doctor/nurse  occupation:musician  occupation:rebel  relationship:brothers  relationship:established  relationship:Waycest  relationship:friendship  setting:alien.planet  setting:bar/club  setting:clinic/hospital  setting:desert  smut:rimming  smut:fucking  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2013.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-09  recced:2013-09  concept:homelessness 
september 2013 by turlough
akamine_chan: Signals and Static (Transmissions from the Neon)
REC: Life in the Zones can be pretty interesting. A great sequel to her fun 'Neon Kisses in the Dark'. It's a perfect mix of seriousness and fluff and I love Party and Ghoul's little dance. Party is such a wonderful, larger-than-life character and Ghoul is his perfect foil with his grumpy, down-to-earthness. I also loved Dr D's interludes. They're perfect! (2013-09-08)
QUOTE: Slung over his shoulder is a familiar pair of boots, tied together by the laces. Ghoul can see the corrupted BLI smiley he painted on the toes. Poison drops them on the floor in front of Ghoul. "Brought you a present."
"You can't give me something that's already mine," Ghoul says, annoyed.
"Just did."
"Whatever." Ghoul wriggles, making the chair rock. "Cut me loose."
Poison steps nearer and rubs his thumb gently across the arch of Ghoul's cheek, tracing what will probably become a spectacular bruise. "There are easier ways to get my attention than tangling with Johnny J and his crew of tweakers."
Ghoul has to work hard to avoid leaning into Poison's touch; and then the words sink in. "What the fuck? I didn't - I never - fuck you, just fuck you, asshole. Get me out of here." Ghoul pulls on the ropes.
"Sure, baby. Don't drain your zapper, I got you." Poison keeps a hand on Ghoul's shoulder as he circles around. He bends to work on the rope, and his mouth hovers near Ghoul's ear. "No need to play hard to get," he murmurs, and Ghoul shivers as the words stroke along his nerves.
"Fuck you," he says weakly.
"Such a filthy mouth," Poison purrs.
The tension in the ropes slip and Ghoul stumbles to his feet, trying to shake out the numbness in his hands. "Asshole," he mumbles, glaring. The look is totally lost on Poison; he's poking around the room, pocketing things that catch his fancy. (2,700 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:action/adventure  activity:rescue  beings:draculoids  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  condition:injury  occupation:rebel  relationship:UST  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Fun.Ghoul/Party.Poison(primary)  pov:Fun.Ghoul  challenge:2013.Pod_Together  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-08  recced:2013-09  universe:Danger.Days 
september 2013 by turlough
anoceanmonster: Shadows Fall Behind
REC: Frank is a book loving recluse who rarely sees the outside of his study, but when Gerard enters his house and his life, he gets a love story all of his own. A very sweet, late Victorian AU. (2013-09-01)
QUOTE: Frank doesn't realise how late it is until his eyes start to strain in the warm glow of his desk lamp, tired and sore. He rubs at them with one hand and sets his book down with the other, now almost half way devoured. He picks at the plate of leftovers Mrs. Meredith had brought him some hours ago, flicking bread crumbs and strips of ham before leaning back in his chair and sighing heavily.
"Is there something I can get for you, Sir?"
Frank jumps and turns, twisting his neck around until it hurts. In the doorway, Gerard is peering in curiously, eyeing the endless shelves crammed with hundreds of books. He looks back to Frank and smiles, waiting for his reply.
"No, thank you," Frank says, standing to collect a few stray books before crossing to the other side of the study. He lays them down on an opposite table and scans the shelves in front for empty spaces. When he hears Gerard collecting his plate and cup from the desk, he turns quickly. "You don't have to do that," he says rather quickly, and the urgency in his voice makes Gerard freeze as though he's just done something terribly wrong. "I mean, I can take it. You must have been on your way to bed when you stopped here. It's late."
Gerard nods. "I'm aware of the time, Sir." He straightens to produce a small pocket watch from the inside of his long, slick jacket. "It's almost midnight. I was on my way to the kitchen for a glass of water, so really, Sir, it's no trouble."
Frank finds himself smiling fondly. "Donald used to say that a lot. It's no trouble."
Pressing his lips together in an unreadable expression, Gerard continues to gather up Frank's leftovers. "Yes, Sir, he did."
There's a long pause that quickly starts to make Frank feel uncomfortable. Gerard's face is still unreadable and he shows no signs of leaving except for the clutched dinnerware.
"You must miss him," Frank finds himself saying before he can stop himself. Gerard blinks, head snapping back a little as though the statement has startled him. For a moment, Frank regrets it, mentally scolding himself with his father's voice as it echoes about his head with lectures of inappropriateness. Then, Gerard's eyes soften.
"Every day," he pauses to check the desk for anymore items to take and, when he finds none, turns to nod at Frank. "Goodnight, Sir."
As Gerard gets to the doorway, Frank adds, "It's Frank."
Gerard stops and smiles, now with a lot less solemn and more amusement. "It's still going to take some convincing, Sir." (39,000 words)
author:anoceanmonster  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  beings:animals.dogs  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:char.death.minor(past)  concept:char.death.minor  concept:literature  concept:family  condition:illness  occupation:butler  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:frottage  smut:fucking  smut:handjob  setting:mansion/palace  setting:funeral  period:19th.century  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2013.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-08  recced:2013-09 
september 2013 by turlough
fleurdeliser & ohnoktcsk & tuesdaysgone: Got Lost Into the Sea
REC: Frank and Gerard ran away to the islands, and now they co-own a diving business with their friend Shaun. Grant Morrison, writer of esoteric novels about magic frequently set in the Caribbean, is a regular with them. I don't know if I can really believe in Frank and Gerard in this setting but it's still a wonderfully warm and happymaking story. I love the way they write this threesome. (2013-09-01)
QUOTE: He spots Gerard's hair first. It's an orangey-red color that makes Grant smile. He's wearing a ratty Hawaiian shirt and miniscule cutoffs and leaning back against their jeep, and Frank is there beside him as he always is. Grant adjusts the strap of his bag on his shoulder. The rest of his luggage will be unloaded in a few minutes, but for now he catches Gerard's attention with a wave.
Gerard's face lights up, and he calls, "Grant!" Grant grins back. Fuck, he'd come here just to see the two of them, never mind anything else.
"Hi Grant," Frank says when Grant gets near. They both pull him into a hug and then Frank takes Grant's bag and puts it in the car. "Let's see how long it takes George to unload the plane this time."
"No bets. He always saves my gear for last."
"Because you bring more books than clothes," Gerard says, then bites his lip. "I mean -"
"Have you made the charters clothing-optional and not informed me?" Grant teases. Gerard is adorable. Always has been.
"Shaun keeps vetoing my proposals," Frank tells him, mock-serious. "I think it would drive up sales, but he just won't listen."
"More fool him," Grant says with a grin and leans against the jeep next to Gerard. "Fuck, I missed this place."
"It's not the same without you," Gerard tells him.
Grant laughs. "Quieter, perhaps? I can't imagine you get many clients leading you on the kind of mad treasure hunts you let me subject you to."
"Well, sometimes people want to see sunken ships and stuff. So we show them everything we visited with you," Frank says.
"I see. Is there a Morrison tour? Should I be getting some sort of royalties?"
"Oh, I got your royalties," Frank snarks, then focuses on the middle distance. "I see your luggage. Be right back."
Grant chuckles, and Gerard knocks their shoulders together as they watch Frank liberate Grant's bags. "We definitely get more people out here because of your books," Gerard tells him quietly.
"Really?" he asks.
Gerard nods. "Just a couple of weeks ago we had a group of spring break kids. One of them read the acknowledgements."
Grant can't help but be delighted. "You deserve it."
"I don't know. We sort of like not being busy."
Grant gapes at him. "That is a fucking lie, Gerard Way."
"Yeah, yeah." Gerard shrugs, grinning adorably. "But more time for... other things, you know?" His eyes flick back to Frank.
Grant laughs. "The two of you."
"The two of us what?" Frank asks when he walks up with Grant's luggage.
"I'm waiting to find out," Gerard says, twirling the jeep keys around a finger.
"Christ, fine. The two of you are fucking perfect for each other," Grant laughs. "But I think you're already very aware of that fact, aren't you?"
Frank grins. "We are. And we are very aware of how lucky we are." He leans in and kisses Gerard quickly and Grant just has to smile.
"You're not grilling me on my charts yet, I'm devastated," Grant continues. (27,670 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  author:ohnoktcsk  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:genre:AU  activity:diving  beings:ghosts  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:supernatural  occupation:small.business.owner  occupation:writer  things:short.shorts  relationship:established  relationship:UST  relationship:poly  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  smut:fucking  smut:threesome  setting:beach/lake/ocean  geography:Caribbean  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  pov:Grant.Morrison  challenge:2013.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-08  recced:2013-09 
september 2013 by turlough
jezrana: Lead Me Home
REC: The one where Grant finds an unconscious Gerard on the edge of his country estate. When Gerard wakes up he's completely lost his memories. Their search for his identity draws them closer to each other and when they make contact with Gerard's family, including his father's ward, Frank Iero, things become even more complicated. A very sweet story. I really liked the way the slow development of their relationship was written. And as usual with jezrana's stories, the writing is lovely. (2013-09-01)
QUOTE: Grant rings, and after a few moments Sarah appears in the doorway. "Please bring a tray up for our guest," Grant instructs. "Tea and toast, and perhaps some porridge?" He glances at Gerard, who nods. "And something for me, assuming you don't mind me joining you, Gerard."
Gerard smiles again. He has a lovely smile, and Grant wants to see it as often as possible. "Not at all."
When the trays come, Gerard sets into his with a good appetite, and Grant waits for him to pursue conversation or not, as he chooses. After a few minutes Gerard slows down, takes a sip of tea, and speaks.
"You've been so kind to me I feel as though we're friends already, and then I remember how little I know about you," he says. "I may not be able to help not knowing anything about myself, but at least I can learn more about you - would you tell me about yourself?"
"I don't make for a very fascinating subject, I'm afraid," Grant tells him. "I inherited this estate from my father. I have a sister, who lives with her husband a short distance away, but I live alone."
"And what do you do when you're not bringing strangers in from the moors and nursing them back to health?" Gerard asks.
"I look after the estate. I write - mostly idle musings, some poetry. I visit my sister or friends when I fear I'm becoming too much of a hermit and travel when I need a change of scenery." Grant gives a self-deprecating smile. "As I said, not terribly fascinating."
Gerard finishes off the last of his toast, wipes his mouth, and gives Grant a speculative look. "If we were characters in a novel, you'd have some terrible secret that I'd be bound to discover now," he says, a teasing note in his voice.
"Given the way you appeared out of nowhere under quite dramatic circumstances, I'm not so certain we're not characters in a novel," Grant replies. "But I've no terrible secrets to be discovered."
Gerard looks down with a faint, crooked smile. "Well, I suppose I provide all the drama we need." He looks back up, eyes searching Grant's face. "You really have no idea where I came from? There's nothing I said or did that gave any clue?"
Grant shakes his head. "Only things that seem far too general to be useful. I know by your accent that you're English. The clothes you were wearing were of good quality, and from our conversation so far you seem well-educated. We checked your clothing for things that might help identify you - a watch, a handkerchief, anything, but there was nothing."
Gerard sighs. "'Nothing' seems to be the theme here." He sits back in his chair, leaning his head against the cushion. "I lay awake for hours last night trying to remember something, anything."
"Give yourself time," Grant advises him.
"It seems I can't do anything else, can I?" Gerard replies, a sharp note in his voice, and then he sighs again. "I'm sorry."
Grant looks at him calmly. "You don't have to apologize to me, Gerard. If you need to be angry, be angry."
"I don't want to be angry," Gerard says tiredly. "To tell the truth, I'm struggling not to be terrified. Knowing that something bad happened to me, and still not being able to recall what - I just keep turning it over and over in my mind. And you've been so kind, but you're still a stranger, more or less, and right now I'm completely dependent on your kindness. It's... unsettling."
Grant leans across the distance between them, laying his hand gently on Gerard's forearm. "I made you a promise before," he says softly. "I'll make it again now. As long as you're a guest in my house, I will do everything in my power to make sure you're safe from harm. That includes giving you my hospitality for as long as you need it. You're right that we're still strangers, but I hope I can show myself to be worthy of your trust."
Gerard looks at Grant solemnly while he speaks, then drops his gaze with a faint smile. "I hope so as well," he says softly. "I should very much like for there to be something I can trust."
Grant smiles at him, pressing Gerard's arm gently before drawing back. Gerard lets out a sigh, tilting his head back again.
"I'm sorry, it's been very good talking with you," he says, "but I am a bit tired." (33,660 words)
author:jezrana  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  activity:kidnapping  activity:rescue  beings:aristocrats  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:polyamory  condition:amnesia  condition:injury  things:memories  relationship:UST  relationship:poly  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  smut:fucking  smut:threesome  setting:mansion/palace  geography:UK:Scotland  period:19th.century  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pov:Grant.Morrison  pov:Gerard  pov:Frank  challenge:2013.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-08  recced:2013-09 
september 2013 by turlough
anonymous: Late Bloomer
REC: The one where Gerard, fresh out of high school and still closeted even to himself, meets Frank the hot punk kid at the big family wedding. A reallly nice story with a great teenaged!Gerard characterisation. He felt very real with his awkwardness and hangups and intense need to always be creating. And his and Frank's mutual smitten-ness is totally adorable. (2013-08-25)
QUOTE: "You wanna read it?" Frank asks Mikey, holding out the comic; Gerard leaves them to it, running an absent hand through his hair - so what if he has to wipe it on his jeans after - and pulling out his markers to add some color to the werewolf wedding drawing. The concept is kind of growing on him; he changes a couple of lines, adding emphasis to others, to turn the priest into a slayer with a silver cross extended as the guests cower back from the monster breaking out of the groom's suit.
There's a sequence forming in his head, the full moon rising over the window sill, the priest tugging the terrified bride behind him as he lifts a shotgun from the altar - Gerard flips a page, frantically sketching out panels - the werewolf howls to the sky as the wedding guests overturn their chairs and run for the door... no, wait. Fakeout; the guests overturn their chairs so it *looks* like they're running, and then the angle cuts to the bride, who's growing fangs and fur behind the priest's oblivious back. End with the big double doors and sounds of slaughter. Maybe blood seeping underneath... Gerard finished scribbling down the outline and flips back a couple of pages, contemplating. Undead Abe versus the Werewolf Wedding Party *would* be really fucking cool to draw...
"Whoa." Frank's voice - impressed voice, some stupid part of Gerard's brain insists on noticing - is really close, and Gerard starts so badly that he almost topples off the edge of the bed. "Shit." Frank grabs his shoulder, holding him upright as Gerard blinks at him, trying to recover the power of speech. "Sorry, dude. Are those *zombies*?"
"…Yeah." Gerard closes his sketchpad and stuffs it back into his bag, pulling - *totally* smoothly - away from Frank's grip on his shoulder in the process. Mikey is making eyebrow faces at him, because he's Mikey, but Frank doesn't seem to notice anything off so Gerard ignores him.
"*Awesome*." Frank even sound like he means it; Gerard shrugs uncomfortably, opening his mouth to say something - he doesn't even know what, the awkwardness is just poking at him, sharp-edged. He's preempted, thankfully, by a loud knock on the door, and then it's all hurrying to get shoes on while his mom waits impatiently, tapping her foot. (24,850 words)
author:anonymous  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  activity:coming.out  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:art  occupation:student.high.school  occupation:student.college  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  setting:wedding  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-09  recced:2013-08 
august 2013 by turlough
chimneythunder: The Science of Sleep
REC: Frank's life is pretty ordinary until he suddenly starts dreaming about a strange future California where there's rayguns, grey corporations, and colourful terrorists. The more he dreams about this world the more it seems to affect his present day however and the less certain he becomes that it really is only a dream. An interesting and wellwritten Killjoys story with quite an original take on time travel. I really liked the way Frank's future and current life were woven together. It is a bit too long though and would probably have benefited from some tightening up. (2013-08-18)
QUOTE: As he drives home, Frank can't help but ponder the weird little dream he had. Frank's normally not one for dreaming; generally, he doesn't remember his dreams when he wakes up, so he's enjoying having one to analyse to entertain himself on the drive home.
Ominous, scary, bald guy... Frank's sure if he googles it, there'll be some psycho-analytical explanation for what it means (like he's lonely or worried about money or something like that) but he doesn't want to do that. That'd be too easy and it'd suck the fun right out of the whole thing.
He tries to think if he's seen the guy before, or even anyone vaguely like him but draws a blank. He remembers reading somewhere that dreams are just your brain processing what you've seen during the day, but Frank's not sure if he even knows anyone scary and possibly sick. It could have been the alien leader from his book except Frank already had an image in his head of what that dude looked like and it certainly wasn't the guy from his dream.
He pulls up to a red light, thinking some more. He can't shake the image from his head. He feels like he's seen the guy before, like it's someone significant. Does he even know the guy's name?
"Course," he says out loud, without meaning to.
Woah, what the fuck? Why's he answering himself?! And does he even know this guy's name? Of course he does. He just... doesn't.
Frank's incredibly confused and excited at the same time, and probably enjoying this far too much to be considered normal - it's like his subconscious has set his conscious a riddle that he knows he can solve. He'll just have to be incredibly creative about it.
A loud honking behind him brings him out of his thoughts. He jumps and floors it away from the lights.
He can't help it. He knows he's being silly and looking far too much into an admittedly pitiful dream but he doesn't care. There's a weird element of fun to this. After years of slaving away in tech support at a computer, he thought his creativity and imagination had completely dried up. He's almost looking forward to going to bed because he can't wait to see what images his brain is going to conjure up next. Maybe it'll be more to do with the creepy pale guy.
Yeah, that makes sense, he thinks. Of course it is. Course.
Wait, what the fuck does that mean? (94,540 words)
(also at http://chimneythunder.dreamwidth.org/7927.html )
author:chimneythunder  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:character.study  activity:car.chase  activity:detoxing  activity:gun.fights  activity:killing/murder  activity:rescue  activity:sabotage  activity:time.travel  beings:draculoids  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:apocalypse  concept:brainwashing  concept:char.death.minor  concept:dystopia  concept:medication  concept:rebellion  condition:injury  condition:amnesia  things:graffitti  things:memories  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:exterminator  occupation:office.worker  occupation:rebel  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  setting:office  setting:café/diner/restaurant  setting:desert  geography:myth:Battery.City  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:The.Used  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2012.BBB  +length:long.50k-100k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-07  recced:2013-08 
august 2013 by turlough
onceuponamoon: Companion
REC: Frank works in the office at a caregiving company and Gerard is one of their new caregivers. A nice little story, nothing special but a good way to while away a couple of evenings. I liked the slow pace of their relationship development. (2013-07-28)
QUOTE: He shuffles his papers over his keyboard, scanning it for the next question, watching Gerard scoot back farther into the chair out of his periphery. "Alright, how about you tell me some qualities about yourself that you're proud of?"
Biting at his lower lip, Gerard almost... deflates. "Well," he says, shrugging a little bit. "I'm creative? And I'm pretty patient. I mean, you have to be, with art - and the elderly. Gramma's been very clear about me not rushing her anywhere for anything."
Around a sympathetic chuckle, Frank asks, "Anything else?"
"Um." Gerard shakes his head. "None that I can think of right now."
"That's okay. What about things you'd like to improve on?" Frank unfolds his hands, leans back a bit in his chair. He's already fucking antsy, jonesing for a cigarette and to get up and fucking *move around*, jesus. Desk jobs suck.
A bitter laugh starts Frank back into focus.
"A load of things. My communication skills, for one. Mikey's always saying I'm completely socially inept, which I definitely think is true -"
"Oh, please," Frank says, half-grinning as he waves a hand, "I think you're doing just fine."
Ducking his head, Gerard blushes and goes quiet.
The rest of the interview goes well, surprisingly enough. Aside from the shatteringly low self-esteem, this Gerard guy is actually really interesting. He keeps the conversation going relatively well, he doesn't use any flag-phrases, and he seems incredibly sincere about everything. Sure, he doesn't have a world (hardly any, if Frank's being real with himself) of experience, but at least he's honest. And that's all Frank's ever asked for.
Standing, Frank shakes Gerard's hand and - damned if he doesn't admit it - watches him go. This time, when he fills out the subsequent paperwork, Frank has a smile on his face as he remembers each answer. (34,290 words)
author:onceuponamoon  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  concept:ordinary.lives  condition:illness  occupation:office.worker  occupation:caretaker  occupation:artist/designer  things:comics  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  smut:fucking  setting:office  setting:bar/club  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2013.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-06  recced:2013-07 
july 2013 by turlough
inlovewithnight: Excerpts
REC: Excerpts from An Oral History of the Kaiju Wars, or the Way brothers as Jaeger pilots. This was so much fun. Way brothers forever! (2013-07-28)
QUOTE: M WAY: I want our Jaeger to be named R2D2.
ROCKHAM: Names are assigned by the Commission.
M WAY: And you should assign ours the name R2D2.
ROCKHAM: That will not be possible.
G WAY: Even at the end of the world, Lucasfilm's hanging on to their fuckin' intellectual property, huh?
G WAY: Call it the Big Man.
G WAY: Clarence Clemmons? The E Street Band. We're from JERSEY.
ROCKHAM: Mr. Way, that is, frankly, stupid.
M WAY: Your mom is stupid. (660 words)
author:inlovewithnight  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Pacific.Rim  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fusion  fic:source:movie  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:war  concept:esp:telepathy  things:mecha  occupation:mecha.pilot  relationship:brothers  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:omni  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-07  recced:2013-07 
july 2013 by turlough
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: In A Pretty How Town
REC: Frank is a single dad who moves to a new town with his son. Everyone there is really nice, particularly the mayor, Gerard Way. A very sweet and warm and happymaking story. The running twitter conversation works perfectly for the story and Gerard as the mayor is delightful. (2013-07-21)
QUOTE: Frank ends up closing up shop at noon and going out to help with the cleanup. There's an area around the still-flooded creek that needs more help than anywhere else in town, so Frank heads over there. He finds Gerard in hip waders looking serious-faced.
"Problem, Mayor?" Frank asks, and Gerard offers him a distracted smile.
"Hi, Frank. You doing okay?"
"Fine. Didn't even lose power. Here to help if you need it," Frank says.
Gerard makes a face. "Right now, I'm trying to figure out what to do with Mrs. Callahan's chickens. She had a heart episode and is in the hospital and her house is going to need repairs as it is. Her daughter can't take them because she lives in an apartment."
"Chickens? Really? You're the mayor. *Chickens*?" Frank can't keep the disbelief out of his voice.
"Just trying to take care of people," Gerard says, brow wrinkling like he doesn't get it.
Cannot. Be. For. Real. "Why don't you call the vet?" Frank suggests.
"I don't know why I didn't think of that," Gerard says with a grin. "You're a lifesaver. That could work. Their coop is kind of in shambles, so at the very least, they might be able to let us borrow some cages temporarily." He pulls his phone out of his pocket. "Wait," he says. "Can... could you make the call? Then I could go help with that." He points at some guys trying to untangle a rowboat from a fence.
"Sure," Frank agrees and Gerard pulls up the number; Frank takes the phone and hits the call button. He explains the situation and by some miracle of small-town generosity, one of the people in the vet's office, Frank isn't clear if it's an employee or a client, keeps chickens and is willing to come pick them up and care for them until Mrs. Callahan can take them back.
When he hangs up, Gerard is still struggling with the boat, so Frank pockets the phone and goes over to help too. "Thanks," Gerard says when the boat is finally free and Frank hands the phone back. "I really appreciate it, Frank. I hear we're going to be seeing more of each other?"
"Apparently! To be honest, I agreed on accident. But Halloween is my birthday and it's my favorite holiday, so I think I can deal," Frank replies.
"Well, I know who to put in charge of the parade." Gerard smiles. Frank doesn't think he's kidding. (22,730 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  activity:moving  beings:kids  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:family  concept:politics  concept:sobriety  occupation:accountant  occupation:small.business.owner  occupation:politician  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:fucking  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2013.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-06  recced:2013-07 
july 2013 by turlough
annemari: Where Is Your Boy Tonight
REC: Gerard and Mikey out at a club, a prequel to 'You're a Matter of Urgency'. This is a lovely glimpse of the beginning of Gerard and Mikey's relationship with a wonderful Gerard characterisation. His fierce protectivness of Mikey, his worries and doubts and his all-consuming love are written just right. And as usual her Way brothers interaction is just perfect. (2013-07-21)
QUOTE: The dude pushes Gerard aside and shoves Mikey, hard. Mikey hits the wall, and Gerard hears his shout of pain even over the music.
Gerard doesn't think, he just lunges. The dude goes down, which Gerard honestly didn't expect. He takes advantage of it, getting a couple of punches in, never mind if they're kind of off target, before someone drags him off - Ray, it's Ray. The other dude scrambles up, and fuck, Gerard wants to smash his face in, but Ray's holding him back.
"You ever come near him again, I'll fucking kill you," Gerard says, staring right at the dude's face. His lip and nose are bleeding. A part of Gerard is shocked, but mostly the sight brings him a weird sort of satisfaction. (Fuck, he's a *pacifist*.)
The guy turns around and books it, disappearing into the crowd near the doors, not even looking back. Gerard quickly shakes Ray off and goes to Mikey. *Fuck*, he should have done that right away.
Mikey's leaning against the wall, looking a little dazed. "Mikey," Gerard says, hands going to Mikey's shoulders. "Mikey, are you okay?"
Mikey blinks and makes eye contact with Gerard, and nods. Gerard moves his hand to the back of Mikey's head, remembering how he smacked against the wall. "Are you sure?" Gerard asks. He tries to feel for a bump, or for blood, anything, but his hands are shaking - *he's* shaking and Mikey's not saying anything and the club is dark and loud.
"Come on," Gerard says, and pulls Mikey away from the wall, carefully sneaking his arm around Mikey's back and leading him to the bathroom. He vaguely hears Ray call out to him, but he ignores it. It can wait. (5,510 words)
author:annemaris  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  activity:brawling  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  condition:injury  occupation:student.college  relationship:brothers  relationship:Waycest  relationship:established  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  setting:bar/club  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary)  pov:Gerard  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-07  recced:2013-07 
july 2013 by turlough
synonomy: Food For Thought
REC: Gerard has a crush on the hot guy at Subway. A very sweet story and I really like how Gerard and his anxieties are written. The way he's slowly gaining a little more confidence in himself felt very real. (2013-07-21)
QUOTE: He wants to go back immediately the next day, but in the end just gets too hung up on the idea that it's completely obvious; like somehow Frank would see him and know *why*, so he doesn't. But the day after, he does give in.
"Oh, hi, again!" Frank says brightly as Gerard steps up to the counter. It's not as busy today, but Gerard still feels anxious anyway. "How was your veggie sub?"
"Yeah," Gerard says, because he's utterly useless. "I mean, it was good."
"Told you," Frank says smugly. "It's always great showing people the light." Gerard had actually got a couple of bites into his sandwich before really wishing it had something other than vegetables in it, but he's not going to tell Frank that. "What can I get for you today, then? Same again?" He smiles at Gerard - this wide, angelic quirk of the lips that lights up his whole face under the visor of his uniform cap.
"Sure," Gerard says helplessly, and Frank practically beams at him, reaching for the bread.
"No peppers or onions, right?" he asks, and Gerard nods, surprised he even remembers. He can't help but watch Frank's hands as he puts the sandwich together, eyeing the art sprawling over his forearms and elbows and disappearing up under his shirt sleeves. He's got letters on his knuckles that no doubt spell something; some gorgeous robed woman that Gerard suspects is a saint on his left forearm, but it's hard to see. He's dying to have a proper look and ask Frank about them, but he can't think of a way to comment on Frank's ink even casually without both looking *and* feeling like a huge creep, so he keeps his mouth shut.
"You wouldn't last long in my family," Frank says, startling Gerard back to reality. He meets Gerard's eyes and grins, elaborating; "No peppers or onions. That *really* wouldn't go down well in a house full of Italians. Though I suppose you do have the bread and the dressing, so maybe they'd let you off."
"I like cheese and pasta?" Gerard offers lamely, and is highly gratified when Frank laughs. It's high and free, almost a giggle. (8,760 words)
author:synonomy  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  activity:therapy  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:barista/bartender/waiter  occupation:shop.assistant  occupation:artist/designer  relationship:UST  setting:café/diner/restaurant  setting:office  geography:US:New.York  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Gerard  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-06  recced:2013-07 
july 2013 by turlough
gorgeousnerd: Well, I Changed For Good
REC: Frank is a werewolf that changes when it gets cold. Gerard should be one too but isn't. When they meet again ten years later things go both very wrong and very right. This is a wonderful story. Gripping and intense and heartbreaking, with a perfect ending. The characterisations are awesome. Both those of Frank and Gerard as well as those of Ray and Dewees. I particularly found the interaction between Gerard and Ray, and between Frank and Dewees a joy to read. Best friends forever! I also really liked the little canon details included in the story and the way the band's early story was used. I have a feeling this story will be added to my regular re-read list, just like her two earlier werewolf stories have been. (2013-07-14) This is such a wonderful story. Gripping and intense and heartbreaking, and the ending is absolutely perfect. The characterisations of both Frank and Gerard are excellent and the ups and downs of their relationship makes for fascinating reading. I'm also madly in love with the way the friendship between Gerard and Ray and between Frank and Dewees is written. It's definitely one of the high points of the story for me. Something else I really liked was the way small canon details were incorporated into the story and how it used the band's early history. Despite only being a year old I've already re-read it a couple of times and it looks to become a regular among my go-to stories when I'm in need of an engrossing and gripping read. (2014-07-16)
QUOTE: "If you don't like the pizza, I have nachos," Dewees said mildly. Frank chewed angrily in his direction.
The doorbell rang, and Frank froze. Literally. But it was fucking Los Angeles, it *couldn't* get drafty. And even if it could, Frank was in three layers of sweaters in a well-heated house. The goosebumps on his arm were just hangover sensitivity.
"'S open!" Dewees yelled before licking his fingers clean of nacho cheese.
The door slid open, carrying a breeze with it that was... well, it wasn't cold, it never could be this far south, but there was definitely the reminder of cold in the air. It was the kind of chill that always came in the fall, the point that had told Frank for years that it was time to give up on his shit for a few months and run around on all fours.
But it was October, so it was probably just LA's pretensions at being autumn for five seconds. Fucking poser city.
"Hey!" a voice said from behind Frank. Feet were stomping on the floor louder than they should have, but that didn't mean anything. Just dudes making noise. "You already ate half a pizza?"
"That was my bribe to keep Frankie from running off." Dewees was staring at his beer bottle like it would give him the secrets of the universe. "Ray, Frank. Where did Gerard go?"
"Bathroom." A guy with a friendly grin and really intense hair plopped down on the other end of the sofa from Frank, waving a light-up toy sword around. "Hey. I install stereos for Dewees."
Dewees nodded sagely. "I wouldn't have half my business if this guy wasn't around."
The dude - Ray - scrubbed his fingers through his curls. He looked kind of shy, but pleased. Frank gave him a nod as a hello.
"Nice to meet you," Ray said. "Dewees has been talking for weeks about how spectacularly your car died."
"It wasn't spectacular." Frank resisted the urge to scowl. Barely. "It wasn't anything."
Dewees was usually a genius with cars, but even he hadn't been able to exorcise whatever demons or gremlins had fucked with that shit. He'd told Frank it was probably because he'd lost his brains doing stereos for so long and passed it to a friend who knew more about insides, but that hadn't done any good either.
"So where are you from?" Ray asked as he dug into the pepperoni.
Ray looked practically like he could lift off with the smile that spread on his face. "Get out! Me too. And Gerard... Gerard! Frank's from back home."
"For real?"
Frank froze, arm outstretched to grab another slice of pizza. It couldn't be.
The guy who rounded the couch didn't look like the guy from Frank's memory. But then, it had been... fuck, nearly a decade? Frank looked older. This guy didn't, not much. He looked a little leaner, a little more washed, and his hair was definitely not that fire-engine red before.
But his eyes met Frank's, and -
"I'm going to take a piss," Frank blurted, getting to his feet.
Everyone was probably staring at him, but he couldn't turn away from the guy's focus. Gerard. Ray had called him Gerard. How had Frank never known his name? (33,210 words)
(also at http://firmament.dreamwidth.org/66733.html )
author:gorgeousnerd  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:angst  fic:source:book  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  activity:rescue  activity:vehicle.breakdown  beings:werewolves  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:addiction  concept:char.death(temporary)  concept:sobriety  concept:supernatural  condition:illness  condition:injury  things:memories  things:dreams  occupation:writer  occupation:mechanic  smut:handjob  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  challenge:2013.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-06  recced:2013-07  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
july 2013 by turlough
synonomy: Professional Healers
REC: Frank never wanted to be a pediatrician. The one where Frank is a doctor and he and Gerard tries to take things slow. This is such a happymaking story. I love the everyday atmosphere and the slow way their relationship develops. The characterisations are really good and the sex is superhot. I particularly like the way the writer plays with the dom-sub-top-bottom-penetration-penetrated clichés. (2013-07-07)
QUOTE: "Come on, Little Drac. Time to go see the doctor."
Okay, that is probably the most adorable nickname Frank has ever heard, and he's heard a *lot*. He doesn't realize he's grinning until he catches Bob's eye, at which point he tries to school his face into something approaching professional. 'Doctor Iero,' he thinks to himself. 'You are a fucking doctor.'
Drake doesn't move, completely ignoring his father, thumbs clicking furiously. "*Drake*," Mr. Way says pointedly. Still no response. Mr. Way sighs and stands up, looking at Frank apologetically. "Sorry."
Frank waves a hand dismissively. "Kids, right?"
Drake suddenly looks up. "I'm not a *kid*," he says scathingly, as though Frank had just called him a motherfucker or something. "I'm nearly ten."
Frank tries not to laugh. He approaches them, holding out his hand for Drake to shake. "Oh, my apologies, sir. May I call you Drake?"
Drake regards him warily. "You're the doctor?" he asks.
Frank nods. "I am."
Drake stares at him, openly looking him over. Frank's always liked that about kids, the way they don't care at all about what is supposedly socially acceptable. "You don't *look* like a doctor." He wrinkles his nose. "And you smell funny."
"*Drake*," Mr. Way admonishes, face coloring.
Frank does laugh, then. "Yeah, sorry about that. My last patient wasn't anywhere near as grown up as you, see. So, can I call you Drake? You can call me Frank." He still has his hand out. Drake still looks suspicious, but Frank holds his eyes and waits, smiling, and eventually, it pays off. Slowly, cautiously, Drake extends his own smaller hand, puts it in Frank's and shakes for all of a second before pulling it back.
"Okay," he says.
"Cool," Frank says. He turns back to Mr. Way, who seems speechless, mouth open. Frank just smiles and kind of shrugs, gestures again for them to follow him. This time, Drake complies. He trails behind them, face already back in his game, and Mr. Way falls into step next to Frank. Frank has long since stopped being able to smell himself (just his luck that the one time there's a hot guy in his practice he stinks of fucking toddler vomit, *awesome*) but stood close like this, he can just about pick up on Mr. Way's aftershave, or shower gel, or whatever that really nice fruity smell is. Frank has his work cut out acting casual, here.
Mr. Way leans close. "How did you do that?" he asks quietly. "He usually just grunts at me."
Frank tries not to look too pleased with himself. "I'm not just a pretty face."
The noise Mr. Way makes is somewhere between a laugh and a splutter. "I, uh. I love the artwork." He points to the corridor walls. "Under the sea, right? Always goes down well with kids. Drake used to love that movie Finding Nemo when he was younger. Nowadays it's all blood and gore, though. I've seen the kinds of games he plays."
"And you're okay with that?" Frank asks lightly.
Mr. Way kind of shrugs. "I know a lot of parents would probably give me flack for it, but I've always tried to let him make his own decisions. You know, within reason. And to be honest, I can't say I'm surprised. I love that sh- that stuff, myself."
"Yeah, I wouldn't cuss in here, it's an offense punishable by *death*, apparently. And - blood and gore?"
"Horror," Mr. Way clarifies, laughing a little. He talks with his hands a lot, Frank notices. "I mean, as a genre, not so much just blood and gore for the sake of it, but it tends to, like, overlap."
"Ah, so it runs in the family," Frank says, and Mr. Way gives him this shy little smile. 'Fuck, *doctor doctor doctor*.' Frank stops in front of his office, lets them in and shuts the door after them, waving them into the seats in front of his desk. (34,880 words)
author:synonomy  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  activity:drinking  activity:performing  beings:kids  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:addiction  concept:sobriety  occupation:doctor/nurse  occupation:teacher  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  smut:gag  setting:clinic/hospital  setting:bar/club  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2013.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-06  recced:2013-07 
july 2013 by turlough
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Stay A Little; News Will Find You
REC: Grant is a journalist in New Los Angeles. One morning he stumbles over a club kid passed out in front of his apartment door. Soon Gerard has joined Grant's flock of nameless cats as an unofficial resident and lends his hacking skills to the corporate corruption story Grant's working on. This is a wonderful story. Just the right read for a Sunday afternoon. I love how Grant and his infatuation with Gerard is written. And the way the story portrays Gerard's transition from lost youth to self-assured adult. The futuristic setting is so sharp and vivid and Grant and Gerard's domesticity totally adorable. (2013-06-23)
QUOTE: "Writing what? Letters to mama? Recipes? The great American novel?" This kid is a smartass, christ.
"I'm Scottish, so I wouldn't be writing any great American novels," Grant points out. "And I'm a journalist, if you must know."
Gerard tilts his head to the side, one eye slitting open. "Fuck me sideways, you're the guy from Helix."
"I am the guy," Grant agrees. He gets the weirdest subset of people recognizing him, seriously, but this might take the cake.
"I read that magazine all the time. Jesus. You're, like... incredible."
Grant laughs. "I assume you mean that literally."
"No, I mean. I'm a programm - *hacker*. I swear to god, I've seen some of the stuff you talk about," Gerard explains.
"Sure that's not a side effect of the drugs, kitten?"
"I'm not a fucking burnout," Gerard says witheringly. Pretty rich for a kid who he'd plucked off of his doormat this morning. "I just like to have a good time."
"Found it yet?" Grant questions mildly.
"Found fucking great times," he replies defiantly.
"And the hooking?" Grant turns and asks, eyebrow raised.
Gerard just shrugs. "I like giving blow jobs. Might as well get something else out of it sometimes."
"There's no money in programming?" Grant drawls.
"Not looking like this," Gerard snaps back. "Should I cut my hair and put on a necktie?"
"You can do whatever you want, kitten. Wanna tell me about some of these things you've seen? Wouldn't want to keep you from the clubs, of course. Maybe some other time? An interview will net you at least a decent meal." The kid's too pale, like he hasn't seen a vegetable for a while. And fuck him sideways, Grant is really fucking getting old.
Gerard shrugs. "I can show you. Wouldn't be hard to hack in again. Everyone you write about is stupid. I do actually need to meet up with someone tonight, but I can come back tomorrow." He leans over and snags his boots, shoving his feet back into the scuffed leather, then shrugs into the ugly-as-sin red jacket that matches his hair.
Grant just watches him for a minute before saying, "Oh, and Gerard?" The kid looks up, probably at hearing his actual name. "Knock this time."
Gerard flashes him a smile. "Will do. See you." He's out the door, and Grant turns back to his computer. Well. That was interesting. A cat jumps into his lap, and he pets it. (22,760 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:cyberpunk  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  activity:detoxing  activity:hacking  activity:cuddling  things:Gerard's.red.hair  beings:Grant.Morrison  beings:animals.cats  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:addiction  concept:sobriety  condition:overdose  occupation:journalist  occupation:hacker/programmer  occupation:hooker  relationship:UST  relationship:friendship  smut:fucking  smut:blowjob  setting:bar/club  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence  pairing:Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pov:Grant.Morrison  challenge:2013.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-06  recced:2013-06  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
june 2013 by turlough
tuesdaysgone: Lovers in Combat
REC: Gerard hasn't been the same since the disastrous bout with deadmau5 and his and Frank's relationship is on the rocks. When mysterious businessman Grant Morrison contacts Mad Gear Mechanicals with a sponsorship offer with strings attached, Frank has to decide if he can trust Gerard to get them to the championship. I did the art for this story and I read it three times during the process and now I've read it once again. I still love it enormously. It's got fabulous worldbuilding and wonderful character interactions. I particularly like the way Frank and Gerard's fraught relationship and the friendship between Frank and Ray are written. I also love that the story also has a "real" plot that feels just as important as the romance. And the way Grant is used as a kind of catalyst, both for resovling Mad Gear's situation and the hopeless tangle of Frank and Gerard's relationship, is just right. (2013-06-23)
QUOTE: "We read the news," Frank puts in, earning himself a glare from Gerard.
"The news," Morrison - Grant - muses. "A stellar source of all the truth you could hope to make up. Well, some of it is true, anyway. There was a biofeedback implant. And it was most certainly released too soon, before all of the bugs had been worked out of it. The newspapers won't tell you how I was pressured into that decision, however."
"You resigned," Ray puts in. "Made you look sort of guilty."
"I took responsibility," Grant corrects. "Because it was my name on those chips, after all. My name on the building. I scuttled the company and retired, because I still could do that, at least. I kept working on the chips, though, because I believed in them. And I still do."
Frank looks over at Gerard, who is practically twitching out of his seat next to Frank on the couch, probably biting his tongue to hold back some sort of starry-eyed assurance that he believes in Grant too. "You two need some alone time?" he hisses in Gerard's ear.
"Fuck you," Gerard mumbles.
"That's getting around a bit," Frank comments. "But I'm game if he is." Gerard makes an incoherent noise in response and Frank smirks and tunes back into the conversation. Ray had kept asking questions about the chips, but Mikey is watching Frank and Gerard with narrowed eyes. Frank makes eye contact with Grant, who looks momentarily amused.
"I really don't understand what this has to do with us," Frank admits.
"Of course you don't," Grant replies. "I haven't gotten to the thrilling audiovisual portion of things yet." He smirks and reaches for the controller for the entertainment system, then taps a bit on his tablet. The large wall-mounted screen lights up, at first only displaying static, which Frank soon realizes is a vid-feed from some sort of small surveillance camera. It's showing a familiar setting - the interior of a typical UFC training ring, blocky mecha bodies lit up and waiting for their controllers. The podium is empty at first, but soon an indistinct figure steps up to the controls. It's no one Frank recognizes, and looking around at his teammates, he sees similar expressions on their faces. They're all waiting to see something unusual.
It doesn't take long. The second fighter steps up to his console, but he doesn't sit in the command chair like the first fighter had, just takes an easy stance by the board. He taps on his forearm and a gasp escapes Frank's throat as a blue-white glow coalesces around his arm. He hears gasps from the guys as well and realizes they are all probably drawing the same conclusions.
"No fucking way," Frank says, but the next few seconds of the vid prove him wrong, as the mechas roar to life in the background of the shot. The vid wavers for a few seconds, tilts crazily, and then cuts off.
"That's not possible," Ray adds, looking back at Grant. (25,960 words)
author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:crossover  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:action/adventure  universe:Professional.Griefers  activity:brawling  activity:drinking  activity:hacking  activity:kidnapping  activity:sabotage  beings:Grant.Morrison  beings:deadmau5  things:mecha  things:motorbike  concept:ordinary.lives  condition:injury  condition:PTSD  occupation:mechanic  occupation:hacker/programmer  occupation:mecha.fighter  occupation:scientist  relationship:breakup  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  relationship:poly  smut:fucking  smut:frottage  smut:threesome  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pairing:Frank/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2013.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-06  recced:2013-06  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  activity:mecha.fighting 
june 2013 by turlough
akamine_chan: Don't You Breathe
REC: Korse doesn't usually go out into the field himself, but sometimes there's no way to avoid it. A short prequel to her fantastic Killjoys epos 'War'. It was written for my birthday but I'm reccing it anyway because it's a lovely little story. Scorchingly hot but with an undertone of sadness that hints at what's to come in the future. It was also really interesting to get a glimpse of this world from Korse's POV. (2013-05-19)
QUOTE: Korse holsters his gun and heads back outside, stopping in shock at the sight of a 'runner leaning against the wall of the building across from the Fuck You house, shaded from the fierce sun by the overhang. He wasn't there before Korse went inside the building, which means his Dracs have completely failed to notice the 'runner showing up. Incompetents. He's going to have to talk to Research and Development about this, because this batch of Dracs seems to be suboptimal on so many levels.
The 'runner's resting one foot flat against the wall, hip cocked, smoking a cigarette. A hustler in torn jeans and a tight shirt, neon red hair and a brash grin.
Korse has no doubt that the 'runner knows exactly what kind of picture he presents.
"Hey, sugar, can I show you a good time?"
The Dracs turn, suddenly aware, now, of the 'runner. Korse gestures for them to stand down, and the Dracs do, shrugging at each other. "I'll handle this."
Korse strides up to the hustler and rests his hands to either side of the bright hair, trapping the 'runner between his body and the wall. "How much?" It's been a long time since he's indulged, and this young thing makes him *hungry*. (1,840 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:PWP  beings:draculoids  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  occupation:exterminator  occupation:rebel  relationship:established  smut:roleplay  smut:rough.sex  smut:spanking  smut:bruises  smut:fucking  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Korse(primary)  pov:Korse  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-05  recced:2013-05 
may 2013 by turlough
akamine_chan: Way Out Nowhere (Sharpest Lives 'verse 25)
REC: Poison's known about Gerard's dirty little secret for a while. The one with bondage and blowjobs. A scorchingly hot little PWP from The Sharpest Lives 'verse. And I really enjoyed seeing how much farther they've come in their relationship. The way they're finally allowing themselves to trust. (2013-04-21)
QUOTE: Gerard drops, and Poison stalks around him once, twice. It doesn't escape Poison's notice, the way he grips his wrists behind his back. Gerard can't make himself ask for this, but his body language is loud and clear.
It takes just a moment for Poison to tie Gerard up, tight enough to keep him from getting loose. If Gerard struggles, the coarse fibers will dig in, scrape Gerard's skin, leave marks.
Gerard loves to struggle.
Poison steps close, nudges at Gerard's very obvious erection with a boot. "You want something, sugar?"
Shrugging, Gerard tips his head back to look up at Poison, his dark hair falling into his eyes.
Chuckling, Poison presses against Gerard's dick again, ignoring the small protesting noise that Gerard makes. "Gotta ask for it. Use your words, baby."
Gerard ignores him, just licks his lips and his mouth drops open. It's obscene, wet and slick, and Poison can't help himself, grabs a handful of hair and rubs his crotch against Gerard's face, stifling a moan. (966 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:PWP  universe:Sharpest.Lives.verse  relationship:established  smut:bondage  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Party.Poison(primary)  pov:Party.Poison  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-04  recced:2013-04  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  universe:Danger.Days 
april 2013 by turlough
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