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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
SunshineAndRoseWater : A World That Sends You Reeling
REC: Gerard finds that life after the end of the world is scarily like the universe he created for the Danger Days album. A stark take of the Killjoys universe with a hopeful ending. (2016-09-18)
QUOTE: "We should go," Mikey says, standing by the window. He does this most every night. They live in a rather seedy part of the city known as Mechanic's Corner. Nothing about the location is appealing except for the unobstructed view of the desert beyond the City walls.
Gerard collapses heavily on his bed. He's already exhausted by his long day of work, he's too tired to have this argument with Mikey, again.
"There's too much radiation. Nobody can live out there for long."
"Says who?" Mikey's voice still has that far-away thoughtful quality to it. This hasn't become an argument, yet.
"Says scientists, with degrees."
"Who are employed by the government," Mikey counters.
"Christ, Mikey, don't start."
Mikey turns away from the window. "I have a point and you know it."
"No. No you don't." Gerard tugs at his hair is frustration. "For the thousandth time. This isn't Battery City. The government is not BLI. Life is not a comic book."
"Lots of people would disagree with you," Mikey snaps. "Some of the groups out there even call themselves Killjoys."
Gerard throws his hands out in frustration. "I don't give a flying fuck if they start marching and call themselves The Black Parade, we are not - Wait, how do you know what they're called?"
Mikey looks away. "Never mind."
"Mikey."
"Look, the point is that there are people out there who aren't just rolling over for a dictatorial government. There are people who are fighting back."
"Against what?" Gerard asks.
"Against this!" Mikey fires back. "Against a government that's got us in a chokehold. Against a dull, grey world where people are existing, not living. You call this bullshit a life?"
Gerard's anger flares. "This 'bullshit' means a life for Bandit. A safe one where she can achieve something and not just run around a desert wasteland. Where she'll live to be older than I ever will. That is what I care about above all else, you selfish piece of shit."
"What happened to you?" Mikey asks.
"I grew the fuck up," Gerard says. "You should too."
Mikey looks tired all of a sudden. A beat down, worn out tired. He looks a lot like Gerard feels.
"Forget it. Get some sleep."
"Mikey." Gerard puts his hand on Mikey's shoulder, but Mikey brushes it off.
"Just... go to bed, Gee. You need sleep." (26,450 words)
author:sunshineandrosewater  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  universe:Danger.Days  time:future  activity:drinking  activity:gun.fights  activity:rescue  beings:kids  concept:apocalypse  concept:dystopia  concept:politics  concept:violence  concept:char.death(past)  condition:injury  geography:US:California  setting:desert  smut:frottage  relationship:brothers  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pairing:Gerard/Patrick(primary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2016.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2016-09  recced:2016-09 
october 2016 by turlough
alessandriana: tsukimi
REC: When Rowen is possessed by a fleeing nether spirit, he and Ryo must find a way to exorcise it. A nice little adventure fic. It uses the dub version of the names though and that always makes me start a bit. The story's definitely worth reading however. (2016-09-20)
QUOTE: He bent back to his equipment, and they fell into a companionable silence for a while; Rowen watching the eclipse through his telescope as it tracked across the sky, and Ryo mostly watching the forest around them. Soon enough the eclipse began to pass through totality. He got plenty of good shots of the red glow across the face of the moon, and only stopped when he reached the end of his roll of film. Leaning back with a satisfied sigh, for the first time since the eclipse had started he looked at the moon itself without the barrier of the telescope between them.
A sudden electric shock jolted down his spine, a deep chill suffusing his bones. He took a sharp breath, rocking back a step. What the hell? He looked wildly over at Ryo, but Ryo was still staring pensively out into the forest, and didn't seem to have noticed whatever had just happened.
"Did you feel that?" he asked sharply.
"Feel what?" Ryo asked, glancing over. His eyebrows drew down when he got a good look at Rowen. Rowen realized he had his arms crossed across his chest, and he was shivering slightly, even though he knew the night was still warm. Grimacing, he forced himself to relax. If Ryo hadn't felt it, that meant it couldn't have been Dynasty. And if it wasn't Dynasty, then it probably wasn't anything to worry about.
"Nothing. I guess it was just my imagination, sorry," he said. Cautiously, he glanced back up at the eclipse, but the sensation didn't repeat itself. And he was starting to feel better, actually; the warmth of the night seeping back into his bones, the constant buzz of the cicadas steadying him. Whatever had happened, it was fading.
Ryo frowned. "Are you sure?"
Rowen flashed a slightly unsteady grin. "Yeah. It was nothing bad, I just felt kind of dizzy for a second. Hey, I'm pretty tired though - I'm gonna head to bed, alright?" Recalling the reason Ryo had come out, he asked, "You gonna be okay?"
"Yeah." Ryo nodded. "Think I'll stay out a little longer." But the frown stayed on his lips as Rowen packed up his equipment, and his gaze followed Rowen all the way back into the house. (9,770 words)
author:alessandriana  fandom:Yoroiden.Samurai.Troopers  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:action/adventure  beings:Byakuen  concept:possession  concept:magic  geography:Asia:Japan  time:future  pov:Hashiba.Touma  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2016-09  recced:2016-09  geography:myth:Yujakai 
october 2016 by turlough
akamine_chan: Come Catch Me
REC: Frank and Gerard help relocate an Allosaurus arcticus. Another outtake in the The Life of Dinosaurs series. Lots of fun but now I really want there to be white, featherd dinosaurs in our world too! (2016-09-04)
QUOTE: "What's your situation?"
"Well," Frank started. It was embarrassing, to be honest. "I'm inside the cage, of course, and the allosaurus can't get to me, thank fuck." The allosaurus opened its mouth, displaying teeth designed to tear and rend. It tried to get a good grip on the steel bars, but couldn't fit its head very far between them. It yanked and the cage jerked a few feet across the snowy ground.
About 300 feet away, Frank could see the tundra rover where Brian, Gerard, Ray, Mikey, and their A. arcticus expert, Kenojuak Ashevak, were safely ensconced, away from any allosaurus with big, gnashy teeth. There was a grinding sound, and Frank watched, alarmed, as the allosaurus chewed on one of the thick metal rods that made up walls of the cage.
"I'm safe for now, but it looks like with some effort, the allosaurus can get through the bars." He sat down on the ground and crossed his legs, because his knees were suddenly wobbly.
He could hear Kenojuak talking calmly in the background. "Well, Kenojuak says they can put a lot of pressure behind their bite, so yeah. The cage wasn't made to withstand a determined allosaurus with time on its... uh, claws," Gerard said.
"Ask him what the fuck happened," Brian said. "I swear to God, he told me he hit the mark. "
"I did!" Frank was indignant. "Tell Brian that I did!" (2,290 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  fic:genre:action/adventure  beings:animals.dinosaurs  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:alternate.world  setting:tundra  geography:Canada  relationship:established  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2016-05  recced:2016-09  activity:exploring  occupation:explorer 
september 2016 by turlough
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
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
primsong: Reciprocal Quandaries
REC: Together with the Second Doctor, Ben, Polly, and Jamie visits the 1900 Paris Exposition and of course get entangled in a dastardly plot. An entertaining story with engaging plot and good characterisations. Polly is particularly nicely written and seeing the Exposition through the eyes of the characters is lots of fun. (2015-03-08)
QUOTE: "Ah, here we are now," the Doctor said bustling back into the console room and tweaking the scanner. "Yes. Exactly right. Paris exposition of 1900." He peered up at the image thoughtfully and rubbed his chin. "It appears we're behind some sort of mechanical display, a diesel engine, perhaps. Diesels were quite new at this time. And good, good! We're just before the awards were given out. Oh yes, I would like to see that." He adjusted the stove-pipe hat he'd perched on his head and stuffed a clean handkerchief into his front pocket.
"Are ye sure about that hat?" asked Jamie
"Sure about it?" the Doctor said indignantly. "I thought it looked rather nice."
"Oh, it does!" said Ben a little too breezily. The Doctor frowned at this, his chin jutting out as he contemplated a rebuff to their needling. Ben opened his mouth again, but Polly elbowed him sharply.
"It looks fine," she assured, "Very stylish and... very... tall!"
The frown vanished to be replaced with a beaming smile. "Yes, I thought so too. Thank you, Polly." He reached up and adjusted it again. "And all of you look just fine."
"What about Jamie?" asked Ben, gesturing at the image on the scanner. "He's not dressed like those blokes."
"No need to worry," the Doctor assured them, poking a couple buttons on the console and reaching for the door control. "He won't be out of place. The exposition had people in traditional and native dress from all sorts of nations. It's what you might call 'cosmopolitan' but only in a limited way, since most of the cosmos isn't really represented, but for Earth it's quite nice, yes, quite nice."
The doors swung open.
"Oh. Hm," the Doctor said. There was barely enough room for them to squeeze out past stacked wooden crates.
"Need to practice where you park it," Polly smiled.
"At least it's hidden well enough," Ben said. "They didn't have police boxes in 1900, did they?"
The four of them carefully made their way around a large metal fabrication of some kind, edged around a large wooden sign and joined in with the light crowd that was flowing along the hall and out the wide doorways. The weather was mild and comfortable with only a bit of a breeze to stir the feathers on the ladies hats and lend the various buntings and pennants some motion. Ben and Polly looked around somewhat wide-eyed at the amazing variety of booths, buildings and activities. Jamie adjusted his plaid a bit nervously and stepped closer to the Doctor, who was turning in a slow circle so he could see everything and looking quite pleased.
"Oh look, look there," he chirped, giving his hands a little clap of delight. "Candy floss! Yes, here's something you'll like, I'm sure of it. It was brand new at this expo, you know, and just lovely stuff. We'll have to have some." Ben and Polly tagged along after him in amusement as he made a beeline for one of the gaily decorated booths.
"Candy floss?" asked Jamie in an undertone.
"Spun sugar," Polly clarified. "Slow down, Ben."
Jamie nodded. "Aye, well, that explains it. He's always that quick for sweets." He grinned as he left them behind to catch up with the bobbing stovepipe hat; the Doctor was rapidly vanishing into the crowd. By the time he caught up with him, he was in the short queue for a gaily-decorated booth and digging around in his jacket pocket for money.
"Ah, there you are. Here, hold this," he said, handing Jamie a wad of multicoloured bills and sifting through a small handful of coins. He looked up as Ben and Polly reached them, apologizing as they edged around a rather large woman who had joined the queue in the meantime.
"There's a sign back there," Ben gestured. "Says the Turbinia's t' be seen along the quay!"
"What's a turbinya?" asked Jamie.
"A ship," said Polly, rolling her eyes at Ben's naval obsessions as the queue shuffled forward.
"The Turbinia wasn't just any ship, Pol," defended Ben. "She was the fastest ship in the world!" (31,510 words)
author:primsong  fandom:Doctor.Who  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:fluff  activity:brawling  activity:kidnapping  activity:rescue  activity:robbery  activity:sightseeing  activity:time.travel  concept:doppelganger  companion:Jamie.McCrimmon  companion:Polly.Wright  companion:Ben.Jackson  doctor:3rd  period:19th.century  geography:Europe:France  things:Tardis  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2010-10  recced:2015-03 
march 2015 by turlough
Netgirl_y2k: All These Things That We've Done
REC: Liz and the Brigadier get to travel with the Third Doctor. A delightful little story with great characterisations of Liz and the Brig. (2015-03-08)
QUOTE: Liz was fascinated by the alien planet. She was two hundred yards south of the TARDIS, examining a fragment of the glass like substance that made up the majority of the landscape. Luckily, the Brigadier was more singularly minded.
"Another world, Doctor. You've brought Miss Shaw and myself to another world without even asking our opinions."
"Oh, do try to enjoy yourself, Brigadier. You're standing on ground no human being has stood on before, breathing air never breathed before."
"That's a lovely sentiment, Doctor. But what about the Earth?"
"I'll set the coordinates to take you back. I won't have such a," the Doctor fumbled for the right word, "sourpuss in my TARDIS!"
"I think you've upset him," observed Liz, who'd picked her way back across the broken landscape just in time to watch the Doctor swish his cape and flounce back into the TARDIS.
"Do you know, Miss Shaw, I think I might have."
"Still," she said, "this place is incredible. The odds of there being another planet with a breathable atmosphere are astronomical, and just look at this landscape."
"It's the stars I can't get used to. Look at the sky, it's so different from the night sky anywhere on Earth."
"I would never have guessed you were a stargazer, Brigadier. Watching the skies for threats from other worlds?"
"Always, Miss Shaw, always." (1,960 words)
author:netgirl_y2k  fandom:Doctor.Who  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  beings:aliens  beings:ice.warriors  setting:alien.planet  things:Tardis  companion:Brigadier.Lethbridge-Stewart  companion:Liz.Shaw  doctor:3rd  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2010-03  recced:2015-03 
march 2015 by turlough
Llywela: Life Goes On
REC: The Doctor has left UNIT but life goes on and so do extra-terrestial incursions. The one where Liz Shaw is drafted back into UNIT to help deal with the latest mystery, while Sarah Jane is trying to cope with Earth-bound life again. A great UNIT casefile with nice characterisations of both Liz and Sarah Jane. (2015-03-08)
QUOTE: "Fine, be like that. I'll go and say good morning to the Brigadier instead, then, see if he's any more welcoming. It was nice to meet you, Professor Shaw."
"Liz," said Liz with a smile, amused by their antics and wondering again what their relationship was, what this journalist was doing at UNIT, seemingly as comfortable as if she belonged here.
"See you later, Harry," Sarah added as she left the room, while behind her back, Liz regarded him with raised eyebrows.
"Girlfriend?" she asked in her driest tone, since that still seemed the most likely explanation, but Harry seemed both genuinely startled and absolutely mortified that she should think such a thing.
"What? Oh, no! No, Sarah's a friend, and, you see, she's, uh, she was connected to the Doctor, and now she's... uh..." He was frowning as he came stuttering to a halt, looking confused, as if now that he came to think about it, he couldn't actually come up with any official reason for Sarah's presence.
Connected to the Doctor, eh? How would a freelance journalist be connected to the Doctor and why should that connection allow her access to UNIT headquarters in the middle of a top secret investigation now that he was no longer here? But Harry seemed a bit too flustered about the misunderstanding to be able to explain Sarah's UNIT connections properly; it would probably be easier to ask the woman herself, should she reappear. Liz took pity on him and changed the subject. "Never mind. How's our patient this morning?"
"Oh, I've got the overnight report here," he told her with visible relief, picking up a file and handing it to her. "It seems rather more responsive than it was, actually - the coma appears to be lightening."
Liz scanned the report, which meticulously detailed the alien's vitals, as recorded by the duty staff overnight. "So it might actually wake up at some point, then," she noted, wryly adding, "The Brigadier will be pleased - he'll get to interrogate it at last, find out if he should be preparing for battle."
Harry snorted. "Well, if it is the spearhead of an invasion, they've got a jolly funny way of going about it!"
"Yes, haven't they just," she dryly agreed.
Leaving the patient care to the practising physician, she focused her attention for the time being on the alien's armour. Although the catches that had secured it in place were no longer live, there were plenty of other built-in devices to examine, some of which were clearly weapons, while others still remained a total mystery, and she was determined to learn as much as she could about them.
Sarah drifted back in after a while, bearing a tray of steaming mugs that she'd just taken off a young private out in the hallway, and the news that another of the fissures had opened and then closed again, somewhere out in the wilds - the Brigadier was taking a team out to investigate and would be back with more news later. "And apparently a person came through this time - a human, I mean. Out cold, just like your friend over there. He's been taken to hospital, but the Brig's going to arrange to have him brought here, so you'll need to set up for another patient, Harry," she added.
"He should have waited for me," said Liz, exasperated - what was the point of him having her brought in to work on the investigation if he was going to leave her out of it? "I might have learned something useful from an examination of the site." (50,170 words)
author:llywela  fandom:Doctor.Who  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:action/adventure  activity:gun.fights  activity:rescue  activity:time.travel  beings:aliens  companion:Brigadier.Lethbridge-Stewart  companion:Benton  companion:Sarah.Jane.Smith  companion:Liz.Shaw  companion:Harry.Sullivan  +length:long.50k-100k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-09  recced:2015-03 
march 2015 by turlough
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
ellen_fremedon: The Scourge of Trion
REC: This is a fabulous story. It's well-written and well-plotted and the way the elements from both the new and the old show is mixed in worked perfectly for me despite not being a fan of New Who at all. Turlough has always been my favourite of the Doctor's companions and I absolutely love the way he's written here. He's exactly like I can imagine him being after ten years back on Trion. I also really love this Sarah Jane. And the Brigadier! It's such a long and glorious and all-round satisfying story. (2011-03-05)
QUOTE: The day the freighter returned to Great Trion, on its first Terra run since that world's sudden vanishment and equally sudden reappearance, Turlough made a point of closing the office on the bell of evening. It didn't do to let one's employer think one couldn't handle matters in her absence without late nights and such fuss; and if he tracked the ship's berthing from his flat's comms - if he took home a sheaf of work, specs for the Trion asteroid docks and timelines for rebuilding the Terran factories - no one needed to be any the wiser.
Nor did anyone need to know how late he stayed up to get through it all, when every mention of the Terran catastrophe set up a refrain in his head: Daleks. Daleks. Daleks. He barely slept, and what sleep he had was full of old dreams he had tried hard to forget.
But he came in early next morning all the same, though not early enough to beat Despina in. She was pacing her usual circuit, from open glass door to narrow balcony to terminal screen and back, dictating to the computer in full view of the bustling court below and the windows of the Ministerium on its other side.
He returned all his files to their places, made tea for them both, and perched on her empty desk to drink his. "So, what did you bring me from Earth?"
She peered down her slender nose at him. "If you'd stopped in your office before your tea break, you'd know."
"Aside from the crate of magazines. And the two hard drives. You know, they make them more than twice that size now; you could bring me the fashion blogs and the money blogs on one."
"And fill the space with another pound of cargo? I hope you haven't talked tea prices up that high - it won't pay, not in the long term." She sipped her own for punctuation, her face a perfect blank.
"Oh, but it will - in my improved performance and loyalty." He got a hint of a smile out of that.
"No doubt." Despina skimmed a hand into a pocket that couldn't have held even a tea bag without ruining the line of the suit - and it still amazed him the things he noticed now, reading fashion mags for a living - and produced a chit for a cargo lockup. "Go down to the landing docks and see to the offloading; your bonus is clearly labeled." She looked from his cup hand to his saucer hand and laid the chit down on her desk. "But do finish your tea first." He did, and she watched him drink it, arching blond eyebrows. "You could ask for something else next quarter, you know. Surely tea wasn't all you developed a taste for on Earth."
"Oh - the Times crossword. You know, it's very hard to plan for the British market when you bring me so little British media."
"My plans are on a grander scale than that," she chided. "Are none of your tastes? No grand designs?"
He swirled the sodden leaves in his cup. "I was living there as a schoolboy, you know."
"Mmm. In my experience, schoolboy habits are the hardest to break."
Turlough dropped the cargo chit into his own pocket, making sure Despina noticed that he'd followed her advice and got himself a new suit. "And your generous salary lets me satisfy the rest of my schoolboy tastes on my own, thank you." (94,280 words)
author:ellen_fremedon  fandom:Doctor.Who  fandom:Torchwood  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:action/adventure  activity:killing/murder  activity:rescue  activity:time.travel  beings:tractators  companion:Vislor.Turlough  companion:Sarah.Jane.Smith  companion:Brigadier.Lethbridge-Stewart  doctor:5th  doctor:10th  concept:in.space!  occupation:spy/secret.agent  occupation:businessman  occupation:politician  relationship:friendship  smut:fucking  smut:handjob  smut:frottage  setting:spaceship/spacestation  setting:alien.planet  setting:office  things:Tardis  things:memories  geography:UK  geography:Europe:France  pairing:Tenth.Doctor/Vislor.Turlough(primary)  pairing:Fifth.Doctor/Vislor.Turlough(past)  pov:Vislor.Turlough  pov:Sarah.Jane.Smith  pov:Jack.Harkness  +length:long.50k-100k  !meta:rec:fic  recced:2009-10  recced:2011-03  master:Simm  geography:myth.Gallifrey  geography:myth.Trion 
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
Vathara: Upon A Fiery Steed
REC: Daniel. Duo. Two trouble magnets, one very unlucky System Lord... I know the fandoms crossed in this story makes it sound really outlandish but it actually works. At least if you like fun, fastpaced adventures. The SG:1 universe is pretty much as-is but the writer has had to make some rather big changes to the universe and background history of Gundam Wing but in a strange way it actually makes it work better than it does in the original anime. (2007-09-06) I still reread this story regularly. It's such an enjoyable romp. (2013-08-05)
QUOTE: 'Oooh, bad move, guy,' Duo Maxwell thought, hiding a wince as Dimme's enraged First Prime slammed the tall blond into matching restraints. Combat boots, dark green pants covered with pockets that had all been stripped open, a sweaty black t-shirt that could have come out of Heero's semi-formal closet... looked like he wasn't the only one who'd been caught raiding a Goa'uld cookie jar. 'Man, I was hoping you'd stay quiet until they threw us into a cell. System Lords take time to think up just what they want to do for torture, we'd have had a good window to get the hell out of here.'
Then again, if the legends were right... this System Lord probably knew exactly what she wanted to do to Duo. Or anybody else from Sanq.
Almost against his will, he glanced toward the gold-eyed woman whose body housed a Goa'uld Queen. Tall and fair, midnight tresses draped in a crown of silver-laced braids that cascaded over her shoulders to mingle with her emerald robes, ribbon device glinting death from her right hand. 'Maybe I'll get lucky and she'll try an implantation. Shi no Yami versus snake - that'll be short.'
At least, that's what the records said.
Then again, Dimme might have some of those records. In which case - whatever she had in mind might be worse than a larva.
'One way or another, we're in a System Lord's lab. This is generally Not Good.'
The Jaffa who'd been carrying the blond dropped to one knee. "The... human, my Lady Dimme."
'Whoa, whoa. "Human"?' Duo thought, studying his fellow prisoner out of the corner of his eye. Not Sanqian, or Hualiesh, or anything that sounded like a planetary name. Just human?
"Dimme," the blond muttered, wrinkling his nose to try and shove his glasses back into place. "Sumerian version of Lamashtu, daughter of Anu. The demoness who chose the darkness that she might kill through plagues...."
English?! Duo kept his mouth closed with an effort. Bless Heero's paranoid little mind for making every pilot in the Wing learn the language they'd snatched off Goa'uld databases. 'Too bad it's not him here. I get most of what he's saying, but if Blondie speeds up I'm going to be in trouble.' He surreptitiously tugged at the straps, and rolled his eyes. 'Okay, *more* trouble.'
English. Holy frickin' hell. Not "human". Tau'ri.
"You will not sully my lost sister's name, mortal." Dimme flexed her ribbon-bearing hand, obviously tempted. Then lowered her hand, and smiled.
'Oh shit.'
"Indeed," her glowing gaze flicked at two Jaffa, who hustled toward a sealed door toward the back of the lab, "You will serve it."
Something screeched.
Staffs charged, the Jaffa prodded a lithe, mottled-gray and olive humanoid toward them. (90,290 words)
author:vathara  fandom:Gundam.Wing  fandom:Stargate  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:crossover  fic:source:tv.show  fic:source:anime  activity:gun.fights  activity:killing/murder  activity:rescue  activity:research  activity:kidnapping  activity:spying  beings:aliens  beings:animals.others  beings:mutants  concept:in.space!  concept:esp:empathy  concept:rebellion  concept:violence  concept:war  condition:injury  condition:illness  occupation:military  occupation:rebel  occupation:politician  occupation:spy/secret.agent  relationship:friendship  relationship:established  setting:alien.planet  setting:forest/jungle  setting:office  setting:spaceship/spacestation  pov:Duo.Maxwell  pov:Daniel.Jackson  pov:Jack.O'Neill  pov:Heero.Yuy  +length:long.50k-100k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2004  recced:2007-09  recced:2013-08  beings:shapeshifter  pairing:Duo.Maxwell/Heero.Yuy(secondary) 
august 2013 by turlough
shusu: The River Sanzu Overflows
REC: A futurefic where Will and Bran have become young men and so have the Troopers. Will Stanton is on vacation in Japan when he is once again drawn into the world of magic and power, struggling for his very existence against an unknown foe with the help of old and new friends. The atmosphere and writing of this story is strongly reminiscent of the Dark Is Rising books. It has the same lyrical and thoughtful atmosphere and the countryside and its myths and legends has the same importance to the plot. This strong connection between particular places, myths and legends, and the plotline is also one of the major components of YST and in this story Shusu manages to merge these two very different canons into a cohesive whole. One where Eastern and Western magic and myth meet and enrich each other. It's an absolutely wonderful story and has been a favourite of mine for years. (2013-06-20)
QUOTE: The cherry blossoms flickered down like raindrops in the sun. Will Stanton moved through the park, watching the families and couples conversing under the strange shower. The atmosphere was peaceful despite the continuous throb of traffic and the occasional blast of music.
Will had become a traveler of many years, mostly on his eldest brother Stephen’s encouragement. Once or twice annually he took a week’s holiday to another place in the world. Sometimes the only notice his family received was a postcard from an exotic destination, at times arriving when Will had already settled back into his stuffy office. Partly it was to break the routine. Partly it was to sate the ache of loneliness in his heart.
The youngest and the last. Had they really all gone away? He had come to know so few in the Circle, scattered throughout the world as they were. This was when the Dark was rising. Then the Dark was driven back, and they had all departed, all but Will himself. A futile hope, but it drove him. It was the human part which sometimes recoiled from the wisdom he was privy to.
He sighed. Everywhere in Kyoto there were whispers of Old Magic, yet no one met his eye and knew him. It filled him with a longing so fierce that he wondered why he continued to chase the feeling.
Will came to a stop. A gnarled stone dragon peered at him fiercely. A stream of people separated it from its twin on the other side of the stairs. These two had stood parallel like this for hundreds of years, guardians of the temple beyond, facing the same way but never meeting. Will felt a pang. He remembered a postcard sitting on his desk. 'The sky’s not the same elsewhere, bachgen. Perhaps on a lark, someday. The hills have grown on me, isn’t that funny?'
Slowly he climbed the stone steps. A girl in long robes cleaned the stone lanterns as the sparse crowd moved in and out of the main building and the small temple shops. Glistening with rainwater, flared eaves sheltered wooden murals of fantastic beasts. Trees both ornamental and wild drew the eye skyward, enclosing the square. The air was thick with incense, soft hand claps, and murmured prayers like waves on a calm sea. He stopped before a tree laden with paper prayer strips. They were like the cherry blossoms, ready to fall.
Suddenly he was jostled from behind. Startled, he almost lost his balance on the slick stones, but a strong hand caught his arm and righted him. "Suman-" began the boy. No, he was a man, only a little younger than Will. He had the deepest blue hair he’d ever seen. The unruly mop managed to stand out in a crowd with some dyed blonds and reds and greens. "Ah. Sorry?" He tried in English.
Will shook his head. "No, it’s all right." They were both looking hard at each other, he realized. His heart rose: he sensed something beyond the affable expression and worn denim jacket. Yet it wasn’t quite right. This wasn’t what he was looking for. Of course not, how could it be?
The other blinked first. He held out a strip of paper. "Here. Do you have a wish?"
"To find someone," Will blurted, then wondered why he’d said it. The Old One in him continued to stir, inexplicably. (c. 35,000 words)
author:shusu  fandom:Dark.Is.Rising  fandom:Yoroiden.Samurai.Troopers  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:crossover  fic:source:book  fic:source:anime  activity:sightseeing  activity:rescue  beings:ghosts  concept:esp:telepathy  concept:magic  concept:quest  concept:supernatural  things:dreams  things:memories  things:mirrors  setting:on.vacation  geography:Asia:Japan  pairing:Bran.Davies/Will.Stanton(primary)  pov:Will.Stanton  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2004  recced:2013-06  time:future  pairing:Hashiba.Touma/Anubis(secondary)  trooper:Hashiba.Touma  trooper:Sanada.Ryo  trooper:Date.Seiji  masho:Anubis  trooper:Muori.Shin  trooper:Xiu.Lei.Huang 
august 2013 by turlough
twistedchick: The Recreation of the Warrior
REC: This story starts during the early second season of Andromeda but goes off on its own AU tangent considerably before 'Ouroboros'. I hadn't read this story in years when I discovered that it had been uploaded to AO3. It used to be one of my favourite stories in the fandom and re-reading it I was really pleased by how well it had stood the test of time. Particularly since it's written in first person POV - something I've become incredibly wary of over the years. I love the way twistedchick fleshes out the Nietzschian culture and how she makes the characters come alive. I particularly like the way Tyr is written. His inner voice is so fitting to his character, formal and reserved but with lots of passion underneath. And the evolution of his and Harper's relationship feels really right. I also much prefer the way this story develops the plotline of the show and lets the war end. It might be a little OTT sentimental but it's much preferable to the horrible travesty the show had become by season three and four. (2013-06-19)
QUOTE: Harper has been brooding again. He has taken to working late at night in his shop, tinkering, talking to himself. I have stood outside the door, listening, and he has not even noticed my presence.
No, not talking to himself, but to the Magog larvae within him.
He is braver than he knows.
Were I still to be infected with Magog, however dormant, I would find the simplest and easiest method of death available to me and arrange to have myself placed back within a Magog hive, so that I could take them out at the same time. I do not believe in acquiescing to death; I will not go gentle into that night. I have always fought it whenever it approached, and I am still here.
It is not in the nature of a Nietzschian to allow defeat.
It appears, also, not to be in the nature of this particular Earthling to give up, not now.
It was the small hours, or it would be if we were planetside. While others on board slept, he was still tinkering, still thinking, still talking.
He's named the creatures.
Rev Bem would say that he has given them shelter. Were it up to me, I would put Rev Bem through the same ordeal that Harper endures, to relieve him of the annoying habit of always supplying the unanswerable comment, regardless of the situation.
"You can quit lurking out there, Tyr."
I pushed off from the wall and walked quietly into the room. "You noticed."
"I noticed when the exercise equipment stopped making my ceiling creak." He pointed at a spot in the corner of the large room; I calculated distance and realize that I had indeed been lifting weights directly over that area.
"If it annoys you that much -"
"Nah, don't bother. I like to think that you might come crashing through if I need the help."
I cast a glance at the ceiling. "I'm flattered, but I must reluctantly admit that my crashing through six-centimeter corrugated metal flooring supports is unlikely."
Harper snorted. "Right. Aren't you supposed to be the Superman side of 'Man and Superman'?" I raised an eyebrow, and he saluted me with the hand holding the screwdriver. "All these sarcastic literary comments from me, all this time, and only now you think I read the right books?" (83,500 words)
author:twistedchick  fandom:Andromeda  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:source:tv.show  activity:cooking  activity:killing/murder  activity:sabotage  activity:salvage  activity:diplomacy  beings:aliens  concept:in.space!  concept:politics  concept:violence  concept:war  concept:polyamory  condition:illness  condition:injury  occupation:engineer  occupation:hacker/programmer  occupation:inventor  occupation:mechanic  occupation:military  occupation:pirate  occupation:rebel  occupation:politician  things:memories  relationship:friendship  relationship:poly  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  smut:fucking  setting:alien.planet  setting:spaceship/spacestation  pairing:Tyr.Anasazi/Seamus.Harper(primary)  pairing:Tyr/OFC(secondary)  pov:Tyr.Anasazi  +length:long.50k-100k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2002  recced:2013-06 
august 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: Trouble (Space 'verse 2)
REC: THIS STORY HAS BEEN INCORPORATED INTO 'Shadow of a Damaged Heart'. Frank knows trouble when he sees it. Another glimpse from the same space AU as 'I've Been Asleep For A Long Time'. It's a fascinating universe and I'm really looking forward to seeing more of it and finding out the answers to the questions these two stories have raised. (2013-03-24)
QUOTE: Helena is unique and it doesn't take much for Frank to fall in love with her. She's coy about how *she* feels, and when she leads Frank through the twisting passageways to her room, he doesn't question her motives, and doesn't hesitate, eagerly following the path she sets.
The door slides open and Frank peers in, eyes growing wide. She is beautiful, a glowing green-blue pool of liquid crystal cels, a third generation Terranova-class memory array coupled with a bank of quantum processors. [...]
Frank feels, for the first time, the tickle of her presence in the back of his mind. (399 words)
(also at http://winterlover.insanejournal.com/30463.html?thread=150527#t150527 )
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:action/adventure  universe:Space.verse  activity:kidnapping  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:in.space!  concept:artificial.intelligence  setting:spaceship/spacestation  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-03  recced:2013-03 
march 2013 by turlough
akamine_chan: I've Been Asleep For A Long Time (Space 'verse 1)
REC: THIS STORY HAS BEEN INCORPORATED INTO 'Shadow of a Damaged Heart'. It's cold when Gerard wakes and the ship's air is dry and musty. A wonderful little glimpse from space AU I would love to see more of some day. (2013-03-17)
QUOTE: "Lights," he says, his voice scratchy from disuse. The fluoros slowly brighten, casting a warm glow throughout the ship, imitating sunlight. He hasn't felt the warm touch of the sun on his skin in a very long while.
The chronometer flashes and he counts the years in his head; too many. Too fucking many.
Gerard is tired, body worn from long stretches of stasis as Helena slowly follows the search pattern they programmed so long ago, he and his ship. (255 words)
(also at http://sylvaine.dreamwidth.org/63551.html?thread=436031#cmt436031 )
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:action/adventure  universe:Space.verse  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:in.space!  concept:artificial.intelligence  concept:cryo.sleep  relationship:brothers  setting:spaceship/spacestation  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-03  recced:2013-03 
march 2013 by turlough
akamine_chan: Let the Flames Begin
REC: Poison's grin is feral and broken. Bat City is going down tonight. Awesomely intense little ficlet. I love the way Aka can pack so much backstory and so many feelings into so few words. (2013-03-10)
QUOTE: Poison grins, feral and broken.
Ghoul loves that grin, the way it cuts through the blood smeared across Poison's face.
Route Guano had been a hot mess of ghosted Dracs; Jet and Kobra hadn't gone down easy. (115 words)
(also at http://analise010.dreamwidth.org/54838.html?thread=313910#cmt313910 )
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:action/adventure  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:dystopia  concept:char.death(temporary)  concept:rebellion  occupation:rebel  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Fun.Ghoul  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-03  recced:2013-03  universe:Danger.Days 
march 2013 by turlough
tuesdaysgone: Baby Bleed the Gas
REC: Mikey and Gerard had tried to get themselves loose for at least half an hour. A fun little Killjoys fic full of snark and action. (2013-01-13)
QUOTE: Gerard had mouthed off plenty when the Dracs had first cuffed them and dumped them in this room, and that had only earned them their current position - handcuffed *and* bound, back-to-back and ankles-to-chair-legs, with a handy roll of duct tape. They'd tried to get themselves loose for at least half an hour, but no go.
"They took our guns anyway," Gerard replied with a shrug. If Mikey wasn't so worried about more Dracs showing up, he'd have rolled his eyes at how blasé Gerard sounded. Then again...
It was Frank. Thirty more seconds and the rattling of the doorknob turned into his grinning face, Frankenstein mask pushed up into his hair, bandanna askew. "Look at you fuckers," he said. "All wrapped up like a pretty little present. Is it my birthday?"
"Bite me," Gerard replied. Mikey craned his neck to watch Frank's progress. Frank was already on his knees, flicking open a switchblade and sawing at the tape around Gerard's legs, and he snapped his teeth obligingly in the vicinity of Gerard's thigh.
"Save it for when I'm not taped to my brother's fucking back, Ghoul," Mikey sighed.
"You could stop looking over your shoulder," Frank suggested sweetly, leaning over to saw at the tape around Mikey's calves, then shifting to the tape around their torsos. "Shit, handcuffs too? What did you do to piss them off?"
"Poison opened his mouth," Mikey replied, and Frank giggled. (1,190 words)
author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:fluff  activity:rescue  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:rebellion  things:handcuffs  occupation:rebel  relationship:established  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(secondary)  pairing:Mikey/Ray(secondary)  pov:Mikey  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-01  recced:2013-01  universe:Danger.Days 
january 2013 by turlough
gala_apples: Whatever Makes You Break
REC: Mikey only left Battery City four days after Gerard. So why can't he find him? A very nice glimpse of life in the zones and how different it is from what he's used to back in the city. (2013-01-06)
QUOTE: It's really not so much that everything Battery City says about the Zones is wrong. After all, even the most dedicated motorbaby would be forced to agree it is an arid uncomfortable climate and that packs of uncivilised people roam the area. What leaves Mikey half stunned is all the stuff that got left out.
For one thing, the area beyond the border is massive. All of Battery City could fit in one fragment of one Zone, and there are many zones. No one ever said that everything beyond Battery City was destroyed by the pig bombs, but no one Mikey knew thought any differently. Instead there's just miles and miles of semi-habitable land. Mikey should know, he's driven through half of it. He's been searching every day for a month and he still hasn't found Gerard yet. Gerard only left four days before Mikey did. It shouldn't be this hard.
For another, the music is incredible. Out here music means something. It's not just to slot in perfectly against nearly every combination of Compositions, entirely background even when you're trying to focus in on it. The lyrics of these songs are real sentences. They're not always brilliant, but they're not nonsense words meant to slip away from the listener's ears. And the music behind the singing- Misery Business has told him it's caused by actual instruments, not computers. Mikey had no idea you could make music without a computer in 2019.
And the third lie of omission is in the zones you're allowed to have friends. (1,210 words)
(also at http://gala-apples.livejournal.com/384239.html )
author:gala_apples  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:character.study  activity:bartering  activity:robbery  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:dystopia  concept:violence  concept:rebellion  occupation:rebel  relationship:friendship  relationship:brothers  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Mikey  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-12  recced:2013-01  universe:Danger.Days 
january 2013 by turlough
gorgeousnerd: It's a Small World After All
REC: From Griefer to Killjoy, an origin story. The worldbuilding in this is fantastic. I love the way the two universes have been fused together and how real and present the unspoken backstory of the war feel. The Gerard characterisation is also really good and so is the Way brothers interaction. What I liked less was the structure of the story. Not the past-present thing, that works really well, but I have issues with another of the structural choices the writer's made. I'm fairly sure that's just me though and not something most readers will even notice. (2012-12-30)
QUOTE: Gerard got a raised platform for the first time ever. It wasn't Madison Square Garden by any means, but as Gerard ascended, there were no elbows into his gut, no mud puddles to soak through his shoes as water seeped in from outside.
There was also no Mikey watching his back. Directly, anyway. He was in the VIP seats with Toro and his friend Frank from the factory, and Mikey had flashed Gerard a thumbs-up before Gerard had gone through the entrance. Mikey would probably talk with the financiers who were also in the seats, work the angles like he always did. Just not where Gerard could feel his breath on his neck.
The lights went down, and Gerard entered his box to the song Mikey picked. If Mikey was feeling low, it was Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want. Sometimes, when Ray was in the house, Mikey requested Sabbath or Queen.
But two seconds into the opening riff, Gerard swallowed. Cherub Rock. Mikey was going with the Pumpkins, which he only saved for very special occasions. Like when they were both sure Gerard was going to lose.
Gerard's hands only shook until Joel's corner lit up and the speakers blared the Zelda theme. Joel tipped his baseball cap to Gerard with a smirk on his face, and two could play at that game; Gerard twirled his fingers back in a flowery salute.
Spotlights illuminated their rigs in the same order on the ground. Danny the Street had a clean dress and shiny new parts, and Gerard's chest buzzed with fuzzy warmth. Ray had done some of his best work in just four or five hours.
Then the spotlight illuminated Joel's cat-shaped rig.
Other cats Gerard had fought were blocky; the circular heads on the usual repurposed toys lent well to triangular ears and whiskers. But this was more like an actual cat sculpted from metal and blue-green neon. It stalked in an easy circle after the rigs whirred to life and even sat back on its haunches. Gerard could have stared all night if the bell hadn't rung.
His extra seconds of watching paid off. Gerard's delay was .98 seconds. Joel's looked to be closer to 1.5, which made sense if the neural net was running weird.
It didn't help at first. It took about two seconds for the cat to rip off his rig's left arm and toss it in the direction of the screaming crowd. Gerard hissed, but two-armed punches were a luxury. He'd won with one arm before. (15,610 words)
(also at http://firmament.dreamwidth.org/61854.html & http://chomalfoyfics.livejournal.com/74300.html )
author:gorgeousnerd  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:action/adventure  universe:Professional.Griefers  activity:brawling  activity:sabotage  activity:salvage  beings:deadmau5  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:apocalypse  concept:dystopia  concept:family  concept:rebellion  condition:injury  occupation:mecha.fighter  occupation:mechanic  occupation:rebel  things:Trans.Am  things:motorbike  relationship:brothers  relationship:friendship  smut:handjob  setting:desert  geography:myth:Battery.City  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:US:California  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.Yuletide  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-12  recced:2012-12  pairing:deadmau5/Gerard(primary)  activity:mecha.fighting  things:mecha  universe:Danger.Days 
january 2013 by turlough
rosalui: Batman With A Bowtie
REC: Garry Way has always known that he's not bound for anything particularly special. There's a man in a blue box trying to tell him differently. This is a great Doctor Who crossover. I love the way Gerard - in all his incarnations - is written and the plot is engaging and fastpaced. (2012-12-16)
QUOTE: He turned suddenly, leaning back against the dash behind him, hands hovering a bit awkwardly in the air before him, looking suddenly like a sheepishly disobedient child. "I might have lied," he said. "Not much. A little bit."
"Oh yeah?" Gerard said.
"We're following a signal I picked up in space a few days ago. There seems to be a disproportionate level of Artron energy in the air, I've been getting some very strange readings - I wasn't looking for them, mind, the TARDIS just picked them up. It's a bit like a gravitational pull - a pencil inside a cup - or a magnet, though I suppose you got my meaning when I said gravitational pull."
He talked, Gerard thought, sort of a lot, and was really bad with staying on topic.
"We're trying to follow the Artron energy back to its origin. Do me a favor and look at this," the Doctor shoved the old television screen hanging from the central beam at Gerard, and went back to twirling madly about his dials. "Tell me when it reads."
"When?" Gerard asked, standing on tiptoes to peer into the screen. There were flashes of shapes across it, curving and circular, like a language of infinity symbols calculating something faster than his eye could follow.
"Yes, yes - haven't you been listening? The Tardis is a time machine. And this Artron energy is coming from somewhen, not just somewhere." The Doctor pumped a bicycle pump attached to the dash a nonsensical amount of times and dinged a small green buzzer. "Now?"
"There's loads of them. It's coming from... everywhen."
February, 2005, Gerard read. August, 2002. January, 2020. Stretching on, as far as he could tell, as far back as fifteen years, and farther forward than he could read.
"Like a leaky pipe," the Doctor murmured. "Plug up one hole, the others still seep black oil into the earth."
Gerard was aware of the look of panic that crossed his face.
"Don't be like that - we can always fix it, my trusty companion and I. Granted, I do usually take a woman, but you can certainly pass for one from afar, so it's all one and the same."
Gerard looked at him through narrowed eyes and chewed his cheek. "Huh. So when was the last time it was just you and a dude?" he said, leaning in close to the control panel, nose inches away as he stared at what looked like an Edwardian typewriter. "And you didn't have to, like, save the fucking world." (16,550 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/1510160 )
author:rosalui  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Doctor.Who  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:crossover  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:action/adventure  activity:time.travel  activity:performing  beings:teenagers  beings:Freddie.Mercury  beings:Jeanne.d'Arc  concept:alternate.world  concept:apocalypse  concept:doppelganger  condition:amnesia  things:Tardis  setting:café/diner/restaurant  geography:Europe:France  geography:US:New.Jersey  location:Way.basement  time:pre-band  period:middle.ages  geography:UK  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.BRBB  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-03  recced:2012-12  fic:source:fanmix  doctor:11th  location:Tardis.control.room  tour:2011.Reading&Leeds  universe:Danger.Days 
december 2012 by turlough
x_dark_siren_x: Killjoys 'verse (masterlist)
REC: Gerard might have left the City to become a rebel Killjoy out in the zones but leaving behind his relationship with Korse proves harder than he thought. I still love this universe enormously. The way Gerard and his complex relationship with Korse is written is fascinating and so is the slow development of his friendship with the other Killjoys, particularly Frank. And the deep love and loyalty between him and Mikey feels so right. I want to read ALL the stories in this universe! (2012-11-22)
INFO: Tag for the Killjoys 'verse. 8 installments with a total of 13,050 words so far. WIP.
author:x_dark_siren_x  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:AU  universe:Killjoys.verse  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:apocalypse  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:masterlist  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  !meta:rec:fic  universe:Danger.Days 
november 2012 by turlough
akamine_chan: Turn Up the Slam (Sharpest Lives 'verse 25)
REC: Over the years they've drifted apart but Poison still keeps tabs on g3rard. Another story in The Sharpest Lives series. I've had this story bookmarked for quite some time now but it wasn't until today I felt brave enough to read it. The ending is completely heartbreaking but it's also a wonderful character portrait of Party Poison. He cares so much more than he's willing to show even to himself. (2012-11-11)
QUOTE: "You're playing a very dangerous game," he murmurs, pushing Gerard's army jacket off his shoulders before attacking his belt. Poison reaches for Gerard's stupid sunglasses, ignoring his instinctive flinch away, and puts them out of the way, safe. Gerard grunts as Poison efficiently strips him and shoves him down onto the mattress. "What do you think BL/ind's gonna do when they finally catch on?" Poison loves the way Gerard's skin tastes, follows the trail of twisted scars across his chest, down to his hip, around his side with kisses.
"Fuck," Gerard hisses when Poison pushes him over onto his belly. His hands scrabble against the soft sheets and Poison grabs them, locks their fingers together and presses them to the mattress, pinning Gerard under him.
"Yeah?" Poison murmurs. He drops a line of stinging bites across Gerard's shoulders, leaving behind bright red marks that fade to pink, slowly. Gerard struggles a little under him, pushing back, and Poison grins. "You like living on the edge, don't you?"
"It's the only way I know I'm still alive," Gerard mutters, and something that Poison doesn't want to examine too closely twists in his chest at that.
"Ah, pretty, there's -"
"Don't call me that." The words are clipped, and really, Poison's always had a hard time doing as he's told.
"But you are," he says. He sits up, straddling Gerard's legs and looks down at the expanse of scarred flesh in front of him. He drags his fingers down Gerard's back, feeling smoothness interrupted by bands of roughness. "Gorgeous. Beautiful. Sexy."
Gerard shakes his head sharply. "Liar."
"Oh, baby," Poison chuckles. "I *do* lie. I lie, I steal, I cheat." He shrugs. "Doesn't change the truth. You're pretty, and you make want to do all kinds of bad things to you." He feels Gerard shudder under him and leans down, pressing himself to Gerard, skin to skin so he can whisper in Gerard's ear. "Wanna hear?" (3,450 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:angst  universe:Professional.Griefers  universe:Sharpest.Lives.verse  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:dystopia  concept:band.with.a.twist  concept:char.death  concept:politics  concept:rebellion  concept:violence  condition:injury  occupation:rebel  relationship:established  relationship:friendship  smut:finger.fucking  smut:fucking  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Party.Poison  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-09  recced:2012-11  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:g3rard/Party.Poison(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Party.Poison(primary)  occupation:mecha.fighter  universe:Danger.Days 
november 2012 by turlough
turps: untitled ficlet
REC: Gerard had dreams once now he's just trying to run faster than the Dracs. A lovely and bittersweet little story. It made my heart ache for Gerard and for all of them and the reality they live in. (2012-09-23)
QUOTE: "Stop!" Frank yells suddenly, his attention on the laser-blasted car at one side of the track. "You need to stop now."
Gerard slows, but doesn't stop. To do so would be suicide, especially here, when Dracs have obviously been close. It's something Frank knows, and Gerard doesn't get what's so different that Frank's wants to stop now. "There'll be no one left alive."
"I saw something," Frank says, his upper body out of the window as he looks back at the car. "We can't just drive away."
"Yeah, we can," Gerard says, and they should, but already he's turning the car, dust billowing up as he bumps off the track. "A minute then we're gone."
Frank slides back into the car and nods, hand on the door handle so he's outside and running before they've even come to a complete stop. (641 words)
(also at http://turps.dreamwidth.org/1030938.html#cutid7 & http://turps33.livejournal.com/1171957.html#cutid7 )
author:turps  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:angst  activity:rescue  beings:kids  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  occupation:rebel  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-09  recced:2012-09  universe:Danger.Days 
september 2012 by turlough
ladyfoxxx: Dreams Of Robot Mice
REC: Gerard keeps dreaming of robot mice but the Killjoys have a job to do for Deadmau5. A really cool and fascinating crossover between the Killjoys and the Professional Griefers universes. (2012-09-16)
QUOTE: Mikey said they shouldn't take this job. He has a point - it's not what they usually do. The Killjoys don't do stealth, they're more a blow-it-up-in-your-face demolition team. But the prize of meds. food and fuel is too much to turn down after they've been shafted for trade a couple of times in a row.
On the surface it's simple enough. It takes Ray less than an hour to write the virus and they'll use Peppers to deliver it to the target. (Gerard still thinks it's weird that Frank modeled his first droid on his old dog, but he'd never say that to Frank's face.)
It isn't until they get into the arena full of screaming fans and overtuned dub-step - the clock already counting down - that Gerard realises they should have listened to Mikey.
Because there, towering above the teeming crowd, are two giant robot mice.
"Oh shit," Gerard swears, stumbling over his own feet.
"Poison?" Ray hisses, catching Gerard around the shoulder and dodging them behind an arena support structure, mostly out of sight, "You okay?"
Gerard shakes his head, peering around the metal strut to get a better look and no, he wasn't mistaken. It's the same fucking robot mouse from his dream. "I've seen that droid before," he tells Ray, trying to think of how, or why he would know this fucking robot over any other. He couldn't have just dreamed it up.
"You probably saw it on a broadcast or a billboard, they've been pimping this match for weeks on the tubes," Ray says.
It's a good explanation, but it doesn't quell the roil in Gerard's stomach. It's too late to do anything about it though, they're in it to their necks. Deadmau5 doesn't take IOUs. If they fuck this up they'll have better luck surviving a swarm of dracs in the centre of batt city than staying another day in the zones. They have to follow through. (1,390 words)
(also at http://ladyfoxxx.livejournal.com/72449.html?thread=2210561#t2210561 )
author:ladyfoxxx  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:action/adventure  universe:Professional.Griefers  activity:sabotage  activity:plane/vehicle.crash  things:mecha  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  concept:doppelganger  condition:injury  occupation:rebel  occupation:hacker/programmer  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-09  recced:2012-09  pairing:g3rard/Gerard(primary)  activity:mecha.fighting  occupation:mecha.fighter  universe:Danger.Days 
september 2012 by turlough
akamine_chan: The Dead Go Faster (Sharpest Lives 'verse 3)
REC: Long before he met *his* Gerard, Poison knew someone else named Gerard. Another absolutely fabulous story in her The Sharpest Lives 'verse. I love the way she's integrated the Professional Griefers video into the Killjoys universe and the meeting between Party Poison and g3rard is hot and fascinating and completely heartbreaking. I will always love the way she writes Party in this universe. (2012-09-02)
QUOTE: He’s looking for a particular 'runner, though, and the intel said she ran out of Zone 5, which is how Poison finds himself in a crowd of screaming people surrounding the Dome, some kind of pounding electronic music pulsing through the air. It’s strange, how different the vibe is from Poison's usual hangouts of Fuck You houses and scummy bars. There’s something meaner, sharper in the air, the faintest hint of blood and a taste of BLI. It makes his skin crawl.
The whole place makes him nervous and on edge, but he *needs* the intel, so he makes himself move through the crowd, watching the deals go down, c's palmed, lives sold. He gets shoved, hard, and when he manages to turn, he sees it's because one of the fighters is being escorted into the Dome.
The guy must be good; he's got an entourage of men and women, all dressed to kill. Poison's never seen so many fancy clothes outside of the upper levels of Bat City and it just makes him more jumpy. He's really out of his element here; things are too clean, too corporate. Not enough dust and dirt for his taste.
The video displays flash the guy's face; Poison laughs a little, because the rounded yellow sunglasses under the mop of butterscotch hair make him look ridiculous. Large green letters spell out g3rard! and the crowd goes wild, screaming and pumping their fists into the air. The guy must be good.
Poison watches the beginning of the fight, as the giant robotic mice swing knobby fists at each other, slow and ponderous as they're controlled by the fighters in the Dome. He likes the ingenuity that's gone into the construction of the robots; he can see bits and pieces of old automobiles, sheets of metal stolen from ruined buildings. It's a Killjoys kind of thing and he can't keep from smiling at that.
He's not sure about the mouse motif though; it's a little weird. Gigantic robotic mice, mouseheads everywhere, even a stray mousekat or two. He shrugs.
"Hey, motorbaby, you looking for someone?" a voice shouts near his ear. (2,480 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:action/adventure  universe:Professional.Griefers  universe:Sharpest.Lives.verse  activity:drinking  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  occupation:rebel  smut:blowjob  setting:bar/club  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Party.Poison  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-08  recced:2012-09  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:g3rard/Party.Poison(primary)  activity:mecha.fighting  occupation:mecha.fighter  universe:Danger.Days 
september 2012 by turlough
coricomile: Until the Sun Went Down (I Can't Sleep)
REC: Early days Fall Out Boy on tour arrives in Sunnydale and Patrick promptly gets attacked by a demon. Buffy is one of the few old fandoms I still read fic in occasionally and I always love to see crossovers into it and this was a very nice one. Great characterisations - they all felt so right - and dialogue - so snarky and fun - and the baddie and the whole mythological background and how it was connected to Patrick was very well thought out. A thoroughly enjoyable read. (2010-06-27)
QUOTE: "So," Joe says, picking out a guitar from the rack, "is this normal?"
"The demon?" Xander asks. Joe nods, hooking up to the big stack at the corner of the stage. A buzz of static echoes across the venue as he flips it on before evening out to a steady, familiar hum. "Pretty much."
"Don't people, like, get suspicious?" Joe checks his strings with lazy fingers, plucking out quiet chords as he goes along. "Like. *Demons*."
"You'd think. Buffy slays, the day gets saved." There's a note of pride in Xander's voice, clear and crisp. It makes Pete think about his own voice when he’s singing Patrick’s praises. "The police blame it on drugs in the water. The demons are all very hush hush."
Pete's about to ask exactly how many times people think they've been exposed to drugged water, but he's distracted by a flicker of Patrick sneaking backstage to start warming up. He grins to himself and leans his still untuned bass against the wall, following after quietly. Life's about to take an upturn.
Pete's not really sure where he and Patrick stand. There's a lot of late night groping and the occasional making out in the van, and a ridiculous lot of affection everywhere else, but they've never really talked about it. Pete is inches away from being in love so he tries not to push it. Patrick's giving him something and he has to take it as it is or risk it being taken away.
Pete really doesn't want it to be taken away. (20,870 words)
author:coricomile  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Buffy  activity:drug.use  activity:performing  activity:rescue  beings:vampires  beings:demons  concept:music  concept:magic  concept:supernatural  concept:violence  condition:injury  relationship:friendship  relationship:established  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  smut:shower.sex  setting:on.tour  setting:bar/club  time:early.days  geography:myth:Sunnydale  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pairing:Patrick/Pete(primary)  pov:Pete  pov:Patrick  pov:Joe  pov:Andy  challenge:2010.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2010-06  recced:2010-06  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:crossover  fic:source:tv.show 
august 2012 by turlough
tuesdaysgone: Hold Your Heart Into This Darkness (Masterlist)
REC: I lack words to convey the impact this series has had on me. It's forever going to be *THE* Killjoys story for me. One of those milestone stories that forever will determine the way I look at fandom. It gives us the whole story, from the beginning in Battery City, through the 'Na Na Na' and 'SING' videos, and on to the suprising and immensely satisfying ending. (2012-07-23) This series have become *the* Killjoys story for me. (I still find all the different takes on this universe that fandom has come up with endlessly fascinating though.) The writing and imagery is so vivid, the City and zonerunner cultures so complex and fascinating, Gerard's developmental arc and relationships with Korse and with Frank so completely believable, and I will always love the way it humanises Korse without in any way disregarding the terrible things he does. (2012-11-22)
INFO: Three long stories. 91,640 words.
author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  universe:Hold.Your.Heart.verse  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:apocalypse  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  band:My.Chemical.Romance  +length:long.50k-100k  !meta:masterlist  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:character.study  !meta:rec:fic  fic:genre:AU  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  universe:Danger.Days 
july 2012 by turlough
tuesdaysgone: The Only Hope For Me Is You (Hold Your Heart 'verse 3)
REC: Nothing about zonerunning had ever really prepared Gerard for the aftermath of a BLI standoff. The final story in the 'Hold Your Heart Into This Darkness' series. I lack words to convey the impact this story (and the whole series) had on me. It's forever going to be *the* Killjoys story for me. I no longer care that we didn't get a third video, this is what happened. The writing is so visual and the take on what BLI is up to exactly as big and breathtaking and terrifying as any "official" version could ever have been. I know this series is going to be one of those milestone stories that forever will determine the way I look at fandom. On a more personal level I loved how Gerard was written in this story. His and Frank's relationship, how the four of them interacted, and the way they related to Dr D and Show Pony and the whole messy, diverse zonerunner culture. This is definitely the story of the Fabulous Killjoys! That said, the thing that probably gripped me hardest and broke my heart into tiny little bits was Korse in all his twisted and broken and terrifying glory. I'm so glad things happened the way they did, I don't think I could have stood anything else. The ending as a whole is absolutely and completely perfect. So much hope of change, so many possibilities! (2012-07-22)
QUOTE: Gerard woke to Frank curled up beside him, using his thigh as a pillow, and to Ray watching him with his one uncovered eye. "Fuck. You okay?" Gerard murmured, pushing a lock of hair off of Frank's cheek and ready to wake him if necessary. "I meant to stay -"
"Shiny," Ray said, echoing Mikey's last words and sounding about as convincing. "And you need rest, too. Can you hand me that -" He reached for a canteen, going quiet when he nudged it with his fingers. "Depth perception's fucking gone."
"It'll - maybe it'll start getting better, Pony said -"
"Gee." Ray was looking at him steadily. "Let's just deal with it like it's not gonna." His hands twitched against the blanket. "I need some target practice, I'm sure."
"You need to rest more before we start making plans," Gerard told him.
"Who's still willing to work with us?" Ray asked, ignoring him.
"Probably KK," Frank said groggily, stirring and rubbing his face against Gerard's thigh for a moment before pushing himself up. "She's fucking looneytunes enough to do it."
"More or less than us?" Gerard asked quietly, and Frank laughed.
"Ain't nobody crazier than us, baby." Frank looked at Ray. "We can trade for some tech, but we're gonna need someone to push some buttons on the inside, too. Radio Ga Ga here can't do it all."
There was a snort from the pile of blankets beside Ray. Mikey was awake, too. Gerard tugged hard on the piece of hair he'd been running through his fingers, and Frank pinched his thigh. Mikey sat up and immediately fumbled for a pill bottle, prodding at Ray until he took a dose. When the commotion settled down, Ray looked back at Frank and said, "I was thinking JD. Unless you've got someone else you -"
"No one I trust like I trust JD. He's got a girl working for him now, too - a real one, not an android girl," he added when Mikey snorted, "who has some sort of in with BLI."
"Do we trust anyone who has an in with BLI?" Gerard asked.
"You all used to have an in with BLI," Frank reminded him calmly. "As in, you were in the Towers every day."
It wasn't like Gerard had forgotten. It just... didn't seem quite real anymore.
"Don't forget, Party," Ray told him. "JD used to work with me. And he knows how to work the permit committees. This girl's in that division, I'm pretty sure. Molly, he calls her - Molly Hatchet."
Gerard snorted. "I like her already."
"How's that gonna help us?" Frank asked. "We're not trying to get a fucking permit for this."
Mikey coughed, then ran a hand through his hair and asked, "Can we back up and talk about what 'this' is gonna be?"
"Hack into BLI. Find the motorbaby. Get in, get her, get out." Gerard ticked the steps off on his fingers. No one bothered to contradict him, not even on the last step. They knew he was full of shit.
It was good that they knew they were probably going to bite it. "Backup," Frank added.
"Pony and KK," Ray repeated.
"Yeah, but I don't want to assume," Frank answered. "They're the best at getting in and out of the Battery. Can't say they've never been tailed, but it's still a better track record than most people who try."
"You never explained how that works," Gerard told him.
Frank made a face at him and waved a hand. "It's the first thing they teach you poor little drones, that the grid is actually a boundary."
"Tunnels," Gerard reminded him.
"Permits," Frank answered. "Payoffs." Ray was nodding along. "The Battery's straining at the seams. What did you think the Zone Purification Project was about, Party?"
"Quality of life?"
"For the people in the penthouses," Frank retorted. "Clean sand means more factories. Don't ever fucking forget, Gee, what this is all about."
"And that is -"
"Influence." Gerard shivered. For a moment, Frank was an eerie echo of Korse. (31,460 words)
author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  universe:Hold.Your.Heart.verse  activity:gun.fights  activity:killing/murder  activity:rescue  activity:sabotage  beings:draculoids  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:apocalypse  concept:brainwashing  concept:char.death(temporary)  concept:dystopia  concept:hostage  concept:politics  concept:rebellion  concept:torture  concept:violence  concept:war  condition:amnesia  condition:injury  occupation:rebel  occupation:exterminator  things:memories  relationship:established  relationship:friendship  relationship:brothers  smut:handjob  smut:frottage  smut:fucking  setting:desert  setting:prison  posted:2012-06  recced:2012-07  geography:myth:Battery.City  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Korse(past)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Mikey/Ray(se 
july 2012 by turlough
mistresscurvy: Imitate the Sun
REC: Gerard is King Arthur and Frank is the minstrel that's just arrived at court. A 'Merlin' AU. I've never watched the tv show but this was such a sweet take on the King Arthur mythos. I really like the way Gerard is written. I didn't think it would be possible to write him as a warrior king but it really works in this story. And his and Frank's relationship is totally adorable and happymaking. (2012-07-15)
QUOTE: The Great Hall was prepared with a massive feast for the evening, turkeys and boar and venison and other wild game presented along with the roast chickens and pig and beef. It would be the last such meal before the winter solstice celebration, and the castle's cooks were busy making it special. The tapestries had been freshly cleaned and everyone was in their finest wear, the best they could produce for such an evening. Gerard himself was on display for the first time since his coronation; he was the center of the festivities, and the main focus of all.
The crowd was comprised of his people, he knew. Those who knew him from before loved him and would follow him gladly. Those who didn't were satisfied to wait and see what sort of man, what sort of king he would be without judging him based on his father. They were waiting for him to lead them.
But he needed to know what he was leading them towards.
Between the third and fourth courses, Ray leaned in from his seat at Gerard's left hand, as easy in his presence as he ever was on the battlefields. He topped off Gerard's goblet of wine, then his own. "So where is this new troubadour Mikey was telling me about?"
Gerard finished a bite of the pheasant and washed it down with a large gulp. "I haven't seen him yet, but we should have a bit of entertainment and storytelling set to music. I believe he'll be here any moment."
At that the large oak doors at the far end of the hall opened, and a small man in a gorgeous deep green cloak and tunic walked through, holding a lute. He looked confident making his way through the crowd, deftly avoiding the serving girls and taking no notice of the growing attention on him as he moved towards the raised dais at which Gerard sat. He stopped about ten feet in front of Gerard, bowing deeply.
"Good evening," he said, voice ringing out through the hall. "I am here to offer you all a tale of courage, of honor, and most of all, of great daring." And with no more introduction than that, he launched into song.
Gerard couldn't take his eyes off him.
There was something about this man that went beyond the music and story, although both were excellent, or the way he closed his eyes for a second before they snapped back open, focusing on each person at the head table in turn. Gerard wasn't used to many visitors to his court holding his gaze, but the troubadour stared at him steadily while singing of a knight who defeated foes much greater and stronger than he through sheer force of will, and it was Gerard who broke first. He looked down at his table and swallowed hard, his heart pounding, and when he took a drink his hand shook as he lifted the cup to his mouth.
A hush fell over the Great Hall over the course of the performance, the troubadour's command of the room complete, and when he finished all was still for a moment before the applause began, a breath full of possibility and wonder. Gerard banged his cup on the table in appreciation, Ray joining in beside him, before he stood up to address the man.
"You have done your craft proud tonight. The whole hall shall raise a glass to toast you now," he said, lifting his cup as his subjects followed suit. "For such a display I invite you to dine with us. Set a new plate."
The troubadour bowed low in response. "It would truly be an honor, Your Majesty."
He was escorted to the end of the high table; Gerard craned his neck to watch him for as long as he could, despite how ridiculous such a posture must look. (51,170 words)
author:mistresscurvy  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Merlin  activity:cuddling  activity:killing/murder  activity:performing  beings:animals.dogs  beings:aristocrats  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:magic  concept:music  concept:politics  concept:violence  concept:war  condition:illness  condition:injury  things:dreams  things:memories  occupation:ruler  occupation:musician  occupation:wizard/witch  occupation:military  relationship:brothers  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  relationship:marriage  smut:handjob  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  setting:mansion/palace  geography:myth:Camelot  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence  challenge:2012.BBB  +length:long.50k-100k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-07  recced:2012-07  occupation:politician  pairing:Ray/Christa(secondary)  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:fusion  fic:source:tv.show  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:MIkey/Alicia(secondary)  pairing:Lindsey/Jamia(secondary) 
july 2012 by turlough
tabula_x_rasa: Public Enemy
REC: It's 1932 and Gerard is making a name for himself robbing banks up and down New Jersey. Frank is an analyst for Hoover's Division of Investigation and determined to catch him. This was a great story. Fastpaced and entertaining, with just the right balance between introspection and action, and with scorchingly hot sex. I loved seeing Frank getting entangled with Gerard and not being able to stop even though he "should". Frank wasn't made to be prim and repressed - seeing him toeing the line and keeping his head down to fit into the DoI felt so *wrong*. I also loved how closely the story kept to Frank's POV. I have a terrible weakness for really tight third and it's written so well here. (2012-06-24)
QUOTE: The call came through at 2pm on a Tuesday: Way was at First National in Trenton. *In Trenton*, the cocky bastard. Frank broke several traffic laws on his way there. The alarm was still ringing when he pulled up down the street. He cut down an alley a block over from the bank and headed for the back. He didn't know the layout of the bank, but there was always a back entrance. Way didn't hit places that only had one in and out.
There was a tiny alley along one side of the bank building that only connected with this back street, not the front one. Frank could see how inviting that would look to robbers. There were a couple cars on the street; any of them could belong to Way. He pulled out his notebook, intending to quickly write down all the plates. Something heavy came down on his head with a thunk, and everything went black.
The back of Frank's head ached like hell, next thing he knew. He went to put a hand up there to check for blood, and that was when he discovered he couldn't move his arms.
"Aw, you're awake. Just in time. I didn't want to leave without saying goodbye."
Frank looked around, even though his head screamed when he moved it. He discovered a few things very quickly: he was sitting on the ground, propped up against a wall; he was tied up and gagged; Gerard Way was standing next to him. Frank forgot to look for anything else.
Way's hair was long, definitely black and not just dark brown. The artist's sketch they'd been using on the wanted posters made him look rougher than he really was. His features were so delicate he could have passed as a girl, Frank thought, with a pointed nose and a smirking mouth. His face was round and pale and his eyes were... his eyes were unmistakable. He was wearing a dark suit that was nicer than Frank's, and he wore it very well.
"Definitely not the long arm of the law, are you?" Way giggled. Frank glared at him. He would have spit if he wasn't gagged. Way took his time looking at him, and Frank shifted, uncomfortable and impatient and with no idea where this was going.
"Frank Iero," Way said. "The clever G-man with the pretty mouth." He smirked and flashed something white in his fingers. Frank struggled to bring his mind around to focus on it. It was a business card. Frank's business card. Way crouched down, still to the side so not directly in Frank's face, but close enough. Definitely close. Adrenaline was rushing through Frank, making him buzz, making him feel sharp, on edge. The edge of the business card scraped along his cheek, for a moment, catching on his stubble.
"I heard you visited my mother," Way said. Frank didn't look away.
"Gerard!" Someone, a man, shouted. Frank couldn't see who; Way was blocking everything.
Way pouted a little. "I gotta go. See you around, Frankie." He slapped Frank's cheek - it wasn't even hard, not really. He stood up and was gone, around the corner and out of sight. Frank heard a car drive off, but couldn't see which one it had been.
He didn't feel embarrassed until the Trenton PD found him, all wrapped up in the alley like a gift. (21,170 words)
(also at http://tabula-x-rasa.dreamwidth.org/10302.html )
author:tabula_x_rasa  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  activity:gun.fights  activity:killing/murder  activity:robbery  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:homophobia  condition:injury  occupation:police/detective  occupation:criminal/mobster  relationship:UST  smut:fucking  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  smut:frottage  smut:masturbation  geography:US:New.Jersey  period:1930s  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:MIkey/Alicia(secondary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2012.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-06  recced:2012-06  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study 
june 2012 by turlough
akamine_chan: War
REC: Party Poison is tired. Tired of living, tired of dying. I've been both dreading and wanting to read this story and this weekend I finally capitulated and did so and I don't regret it for a minute. It's absolutely wonderful. Completely heartbreaking but in a strangely hopeful way. I love the way Gerard and his relationship with Korse and also with Mikey and Frank, is written. It's so intense and vivid and believable. The choice they make at the end of the story might bring disaster on them all, but it also has the potential to finally break the deadlock their world is in and change everything for the better. Aka makes me believe in the second possibility. (2012-06-17) Still a fantastic story with a very intriguing premise. It's terrible and heartbreaking and strangely hopeful. (2012-11-22)
QUOTE: "Gerard." Korse's voice is grave. "Didn't expect to see you back here so soon."
Poison can only laugh until he's on the verge of crying. He presses his hands against his face, pushing back the tears. "Me, neither. Fucked that up but good." He can't ask for what he needs, too proud and stubborn, but Korse *knows* him.
Korse lies down and pulls Poison into his arms, careful, like Poison's something fragile and breakable. Maybe he is. He lets Korse hold him, comfort him, because he's exhausted, not just from the reani, but from this constant war that he fights, against himself, against Korse. He just wants it to stop.
Korse senses something is different, but doesn't question it. He just cradles Poison close and rubs his back, murmuring nonsense in his rough voice until Poison drifts off to sleep again.
The shakes set in and Poison spends the morning braced against the toilet, feeling miserable and wretched under the coldness of the flouros. He can't do this anymore. He *can't*. He doesn't have the strength, the energy to keep running. He's done.
'Pinky promise,' Kobra says in his head and Poison breaks down, wrapping his arms around himself and hunching over. Korse finds him there on the cold floor hours later, face tear-streaked, and carries him back to the bed like a child.
Poison feels like he's fading away.
"You're worrying me," Korse says softly, tracing the curve of Poison's cheek with a finger.
"I know." And he does. He's never been like this before, in all the years they've been together. Poison's never felt this lost and hopeless. "Kiss me," he says. "Make me forget."
"Gerard -" Korse's voice is still gentle, his face full of concern. "We need to talk."
Poison shakes his head. "Kiss me."
Korse sighs, gives in and kisses him. (5,050 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  activity:detoxing  activity:cuddling  activity:gun.fights  activity:rescue  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:brainwashing  concept:char.death(temporary)  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  concept:medication  concept:violence  condition:injury  occupation:exterminator  occupation:rebel  relationship:established  relationship:friendship  relationship:brothers  smut:fucking  setting:desert  setting:clinic/hospital  geography:myth:Battery.City  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Korse(primary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.BRBB  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-03  recced:2012-06  activity:sabotage  fandom:Comics.RPS  beings:Grant.Morrison  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:source:fanmix  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  universe:Danger.Days 
june 2012 by turlough
solarbaby614: You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us (Sort It Out verse 3)
REC: It's dark in the holding cell. Another story in the 'Sort it Out' universe. I'd no idea prison break stories could be sweet, but this one totally is. Party Poison might be all scary Killjoy towards the others but he's is *so* soft where Gerard's concerned. (2012-06-03)
QUOTE: It's dark in the holding cell. The lights had been turned off hours before so Gerard can't see the clock on the wall outside the bars but he figures that it's past midnight.
Gerard is sitting on the floor, his legs stretched out in front of him, and he can feel Mikey pressed against his left side. The only sound he can hear is Frank snoring from one of the benches. Ray is stretched out on the other one, but he's not asleep. Gerard can hear him sighing every once in a while.
They've already been here for three days; they'll be shipped off in the morning. Except for Frank, this is all their first offense so they're going to be sent to a rehabilitation facility. This is Frank's third offense though. Three strikes and you're out. His most likely destination at this point is a recycling facility. (706 words)
(also at http://bandom-meme.dreamwidth.org/3228.html?thread=146588#cmt146588 )
author:solarbaby614  fandom:Bandom  universe:Sort.It.Out.verse  activity:rescue  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  concept:brainwashing  setting:prison  geography:myth:Battery.City  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-05  recced:2012-06  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Gerard/Party.Poison(primary)  universe:Danger.Days 
june 2012 by turlough
*anonymous: Factual
REC: Gerard and Mikey and what they are to each other. A very nice little Killjoys ficlet. I liked how matter-of-fact and straightforward it was. (2012-05-06) Still a lovely little portrait of Gerard and Mikey growing up in the zones. (2012-11-22)
QUOTE: Gerard knows he shouldn't, but fuck it. He's been running since he was four years old and he can't really remember the life before. Can't remember a life without Mikey right at his side at all. Doesn't want to. They've done their own thing since Mikey was shy of fourteen, driving the car up and down the highways and fucking with BLI where ever they could just for shits and giggles long before they got serious about it. If Korse ever gets his hands on Gerard for longer than it takes Mikey to break him free, he'll be fucked for doing a lot worse shit than looking at his brother a certain way.
He's never been in love like this; he can't regret it.
Someday, somewhere they stop, rest, for more than a minute. And when Mikey reaches for him, Gerard doesn't fight it. Of fucking course he doesn't. (553 words)
author:*anonymous  fandom:Bandom  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  occupation:rebel  relationship:brothers  relationship:Waycest  setting:road.trip  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  pov:Mikey  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-04  recced:2012-05  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary)  universe:Danger.Days 
may 2012 by turlough
akamine_chan: Heartache to Sing (Sharpest Lives 'verse 16)
REC: This was written as a birthday gift for me but I'm reccing it anyway. It's an absolutely lovely little glimpse from The Sharpest Lives universe. The idea of there being such a place out in the zones, carefully hidden from BL/Ind and lovingly added to over the years, is heartwarming and heartbreaking and totally brilliant. And the interplay between Poison and Gerard is so tender and sweet in a lovely understated way. (2012-05-06)
QUOTE: It was a long drive and Poison let himself doze a little, head resting against Gerard's, Pony's voice weirdly soothing from the front seat.
Gerard tensed when they slowed down and Poison soothed a hand down his back. "Easy."
"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," Gerard growled, shrugging off his hand.
"Just wait, motorbaby. Just wait. Almost there."
"Fuck you," Gerard hissed.
"Okay, everyone out," Pony said, and the car rolled to a stop. "You can take the blindfolds off now." The door opened and the seat squeaked as Pony pushed it forward to let Gerard and Poison out of the back.
Poison pulled off his blindfold, blinking his eyes to adjust to the dimness.
"What the fuck?" Gerard sounded confused.
"C'mon, sugar. Best not to keep her waiting." He climbed out of the car and fist-bumped Pony. "Thanks for the ride."
Gerard turned in a circle, confused. They were in an small underground parking area; a tunnel led back into the sunlight. There was a string of LED lanterns along the walls, casting shadows and highlighting a door set in the wall. "Poison -"
"Yeah." He gestured to the door. "Let's go." He led the way, since he'd been here before. The door wasn't locked, was never locked, and he only hesitated for a brief moment before opening it. (1,390 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  universe:Sharpest.Lives.verse  activity:salvage  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:apocalypse  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  relationship:established  setting:desert  setting:caves  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Party.Poison  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-04  recced:2012-05  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Gerard/Party.Poison(primary)  universe:Danger.Days 
may 2012 by turlough
akamine_chan: Tear Apart All of My Insides (Way Home 'verse 3)
REC: When they finally found Gerard's brother it was so much worse than Kobra had feared. The third story in the Way Home universe. Completely heartbreaking. (2012-04-15)
QUOTE: They finally caught up with Gerard's brother, and it was so much worse than Kobra had feared.
He'd tried to make Gerard stay at the diner, safe with Jet and Ghoul, while he and Poison checked out the tweakhead gang in Zone 6, but Gerard refused. He wouldn't be left behind.
Word out in the Dust was that the gang was trafficking in slaves and, even if the rumors hadn't mentioned a tall, scrawny kid with dark hair, Poison would have gone after the group.
"Life's hard enough in the Zones with BL/ind trying to suck the life out of us. The last thing we need is fuckheads who think they can rape and enslave and kill with impunity," Poison had said once, sliding a new charge into his raygun, shoving it home with a click. "Someone needs to stand up to them."
Poison was all about justice.
Kobra couldn't have agreed more, but with the possibility of recovering Gerard's brother, it suddenly became an intensely personal issue. (901 words)
(also at http://bandom-meme.dreamwidth.org/2451.html?thread=105619#cmt105619 )
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  universe:Way.Home.verse  activity:rescue  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  concept:rape  concept:slavery  occupation:rebel  relationship:established  relationship:friendship  relationship:brothers  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Kobra.Kid(primary)  pov:Kobra.Kid  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-04  recced:2012-04  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:AU  universe:Danger.Days 
april 2012 by turlough
bohemeyourself: Never Mind About the Shape I'm In
REC: Gerard has always been Mikey's older brother - five times Gerard patches Mikey up and one time Mikey does the same to Gerard. A really sweet story with lovely Way brothers interaction. (2012-04-08)
QUOTE: Mikey's standing all wrong. Knees locked, feet too close together, shoulders hunched. He takes aim and pulls the trigger. The shot goes way wide, and Gerard can't help but laugh as the recoil makes the gun jump in Mikey's hands, smacking him in the forehead. Mikey stumbles back and lands on his ass, dropping the gun into the sand.
"Careful," Ray says. "God, you'd think you'd never played a FPS in your life."
"Fuck you, dick." Mikey flips him off, holding his forehead with the other hand. "That really fucking hurt."
Gerard pushes off the wall of the diner and squats in front of Mikey. "Let me see," he says, reaching up and pulling Mikey's hand away from his forehead. The cut's not terrible, but there's a shitton of blood. Always is with face cuts. "Come on inside, I'll clean you up."
In the kitchen, Gerard cleans Mikey's face and hands and bandages the cut. And then takes a second to laugh at him some more.
"Yeah, yeah, laugh all you want. Bet you'd have done the same thing."
"I know, I totally would. But I have to laugh, otherwise I'd cry. My baby brother, shooting a gun." They're rockstars, not vigilantes, or whatever the fuck. It's still surreal, sometimes.
Mikey stares at him, but doesn't say anything. Ten years ago, he would have muttered a remark about how he's not a baby anymore. "Got to, else we're dead. I'd rather go down shooting."
"True." Gerard sighs. "Go back out there, and pay attention to what Ray tells you this time, huh?"
"Yeah, yeah." Mikey sighs. "Thanks, Gee."
"Anytime." (2,750 words)
author:bohemeyourself  fandom:Bandom  activity:brawling  activity:plane/vehicle.crash  activity:gun.fights  concept:apocalypse  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  condition:injury  things:motorbike  relationship:brothers  relationship:breakup  setting:on.tour  setting:desert  time:pre-band  tour:2005.Warped  time:future  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:US:California  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.BFF  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-03  recced:2012-04  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:character.study  universe:Danger.Days 
april 2012 by turlough
croissantkatie: Claw Your Way Back
REC: Gerard suddenly finds himself in the Killjoys universe. I really liked this. It's heartbreaking and fascinating and the imagery is so stark and vivid. I loved seeing the Killjoys universe through the eyes of "our" Gerard. (2012-04-08) Still a fascinating story with wonderfully stark and vivid imagery. Gerard and his internal struggle is very believable. (2012-11-22)
QUOTE: "You're not going out, you're staying right here."
It grates on him, the cocky way Party Poison says it. Gerard doesn't need to do as anyone told him any more, that's for sure. Party keeps ordering him around, telling him where he can and cannot go, dictating every minute detail of his life. It makes Gerard feel like a rebellious teenager again.
He wants to fight back in the most petulant way possible but he can't find a way to do it. It isn't as if there's space he can go and sulk out here. And anyway, Gerard likes to think that he's matured somewhat since his teenage years. He can act like an adult; he can talk about his problems and find solutions to them. Unfortunately for him, Party isn't particularly keen on that course of action.
There's a part of Gerard which just doesn't like authority. It makes his skin itch with the constant urge to lash out. Gerard very rarely does though. He fights back with words and deliberate provocation but he doesn't do it through violence. That rankles him, and it's one of the things about Party which grate on him. His first response is to shoot them down, take the enemy out and Gerard just doesn't get that. How will they ever change anyone's minds if they're dead?
Party always insists there's nothing left inside them worth changing. Gerard points out that unless they try, they won't know. Party just laughed in his face at that, though, and Gerard doesn't know why. He's not entirely sure he wants to.
"It's not like there's anything going on right now!" snaps Gerard, losing it briefly and forgetting to try and keep his voice even. "What's going to happen if I stand outside for a bit?" That in itself is a slightly weird notion for Gerard. Normally he prefers the indoors but there's something about the desert which he wants to be a part of. Even if it meant risking sunburn.
"Yeah, like fuck you'd know what to do if some dracs turned up. And, sweet cheeks, even if someone chill rolls by, they wouldn't believe for a second you're one of us. You look like someone from Better Living trying to pass as one of us," Party spits, words streaming out. He barely pauses for breath.
"Well if you'd just show me what to do instead of lecturing me on all the ways it could go wrong, I might stand a chance," says Gerard, attempting to sound reasonable.
"No," Party flat-out refuses. "You're not one of us and I'm not gonna show you how to be." (5,070 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/381569 )
author:croissantkatie  fandom:Bandom  activity:gun.fights  beings:draculoids  concept:alternate.world  concept:doppelganger  occupation:rebel  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.BRBB  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-03  recced:2012-04  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:source:fanart  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  pairing:Gerard/Party.Poison(primary)  universe:Danger.Days 
april 2012 by turlough
Lucifuge5: Cigarettes, Coffee and the Ghost of You
REC: Crime Noir AU in which Frank is a P.I., Mikey wears ugly hats, and someone is a blackmailer. Entertaining plot and very nice Frank characterisation. (2012-04-01)
QUOTE: "Go on," Frank says after placing his empty cup on the table.
Mikey signals the waitress for a refill. "Well, one of the reasons why my brother's happy is Bob."
"Bob?" Frank leans forward.
"Bob Bryar's been a part of Gee's life for two, going into three, years. They met right around the time Gee got serious about sobriety once and for all. He's not, like, the reason why my brother, erm, stopped going on coke benders and drinking like there's no tomorrow, but he's been supportive of Gee, of who he is. Bob 'gets' him in ways even I can't understand." Mikey shuts up when the waitress pour two fresh cups. He pushes one toward Frank.
"Okay," Frank can't quite make the connection just yet.
"He and Gee... The short version is that someone's trying to blackmail Gee. Threatening to publish photos of him with Bob."
"Let me guess, in these photos they're playing naughty pattycakes, right?" Frank quirks an eyebrow.
Mikey smiles for a second, then turns serious. "Yeah. Something like that. Erm. The thing is that Bob, well, his job is kinda, um, not open to. Well, um, any kind of naughty play." Mikey cracks his knuckles.
Frank lets his mind do jump after jump at Mikey's words. "Ah, he's in politics?"
"Yup, he's a Commissioner's Aide. Publicly, no one in the Mayor's office wants to be seen as a bigot." Mikey rolls his eyes. "But, privately, a lot of the people in power don't take kindly to one of their own being a cocksucker. Sorry. Um, that was rude of me."
Finishing his last cup for the day (because he'd like to catch some zzz's at some point tonight), Frank relaxes his hands and plays with his lighter. "Are you're apologizing because I'm a cocksucker? 'Cause, in that case, I might have to charge you double." He winks at Mikey, pleased at how quickly Mikey blushes while he runs a few numbers in his mind.
Mikey blinks a couple of times and searches his pockets. "Oh, here you go. This is from two months ago. Gerard's on the right."
Frank takes the picture from Mikey's hand. Two guys are standing in the middle of dirt road. [...]
"Cool," he says handing the picture over. "OK, what you're looking at here is what I like to call the Skull & Dagger package. I'll sniff any clue available, chase every lead out there, leave no dog house unturned. My caseload is pretty light at the moment, so I could get back to you by the middle of next week with updates and shit."
Mikey leans to the side, takes out his wallet and picks a card. He calls the waitress over. "Can I borrow your pen? Thanks." He jots down a phone number on the back of the card. "That's my cell. It's always on and, since I'm pretty nocturnal, you can call at any time." (11,960 words)
author:lucifuge5  fandom:Bandom  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:blackmail  condition:injury  occupation:police/detective  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Mikey(primary)  pairing:Mikey/Pete(past)  pairing:Bob/Gerard(secondary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2012.BRBB  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-03  recced:2012-04  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:source:fanmix 
april 2012 by turlough
gala_apples: Better Than A Paid Life
REC: Gerard and Mikey are the Killjoys. When their car get wrecked in a battle their new Trans Am comes with a bonus - an ex-Companion with a mission. A fastpaced story with nice character interactions. It's the settings that really capture the imagination however. gala_apples has a real knack for writing settings that really fit into the Danger Days universe. I loved the destroyed city scapes and the zonerunner market. (2012-03-25)
QUOTE: Bellsuns has the same randomness as a mall. The shopkeepers switch out all the time, depending on who's ghosted and who's out raiding the city for more stuff to hock. No matter who's present, there are always a variety of items. There's also a price to get in.
In the zones you pay with your rep, not a surcharge. If you're a well known motorbaby and you endorse a greenpocket it gets them more customers. If you're a newb you provide entertainment when everyone realises you're buying a jacket because you don't have one yet, not because the last one got contaminated with D-vik pollution, or burned to cinders by a few well aimed blast shots. Gerard likes to think at this point he and Mikey fall right in the middle. No adoration, but no scorn.
That's where the similarities end. The objects in Bellsuns have colours and thoughts, retrofitted and revamped for use rather than staying soulless shades of grey. There are no taxes. There aren't even set prices; it's all according to what you own and how willing the seller is to let you have what you want.
"I need some new spray paint for the car," Gerard says, coming to a halt in the loosely defined parking area. It's a clusterfuck of poorly chosen angles. Odds are by the time they want to leave someone will have parked with their door to the Tran Am's bumper. Gerard parks anyway. They don't have to go anywhere in a hurry. If Dracs happen to come by no one will be able to peel out and run, but Bellsuns is a crowded market, they'll surely outnumber any patrol.
"I'll get it."
Gerard's pleased by the offer. Even though all their resources always have been and always will be pooled, when Mikey buys something Gerard needs, or vice versa, it's like getting or giving a gift. It's a great feeling. It's a feeling you don't get in Battery City, where everything has a set price and there are no favours.
"I need better boots."
"Yeah, you do," Mikey answers. Ghoul's feet don't safely fit either of their spares, so he's still in his made for sex appeal companion boots.
Once out of the car they split up. It's for conversation as much as acquiring the things they need. Gerard loves his brother, but sometimes you need outside stimulation. A chat about some of the better graffiti he's seen is more fun when he gets the chance to describe the work. He can't with Mikey, they've seen all the same things. No doubt Fun Ghoul wants information about the Dorothys so he can continue his crusade. They've got each other twenty four hours a day, they can afford to separate for a few hours. (15,060 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/421028 & http://gala-apples.livejournal.com/357554.html )
author:gala_apples  fandom:Bandom  activity:bartering  activity:gun.fights  activity:killing/murder  activity:rescue  activity:salvage  beings:kids  beings:draculoids  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:apocalypse  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  concept:violence  occupation:rebel  things:Trans.Am  relationship:brothers  relationship:UST  smut:rimming  smut:blowjob  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Ray(primary)  pairing:Frank/Mikey(secondary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.BRBB  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-03  recced:2012-03  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:source:fanart  universe:Danger.Days 
march 2012 by turlough
tempore: Into This World We’re Thrown
REC: The one where Frank and LynZ loves riding their bikes and an encounter with a strange man on the trail leads them into quite an adventure. This is a wonderful adventure story. It's captivating and entertaining, and the premise and setup fascinating. I love how rooted in nature it feels - like the time travel is a completely natural phenomen with no outside intent or power involved. I loved the way Frank and LynZ's friendship was written and that it stayed important even after Gerard and Matt had been introduced to the story. I also really appreciated that the growing closeness between Frank and Gerard - no matter how lovely it was written - wasn't allowed to completely dominate the story. That the relationship between all four of them, and their struggle to find a way to reunite with their families and to survive in the forest for maybe years, was just as important for the story. The ending was absolutely perfect. The reunion almost made me cheer out loud and the sense of new possibilities opening up was incredibly satisfying. (2012-03-25)
QUOTE: And he really needed to get away from the thing - *the guy* staring at him from where he clung to a low branch in the tree with his legs, eyes wide and pale, with a crude knife in his hand.
The air shivered, and the guy's head cocked slightly, listening, but Frank couldn't hear anything except his own breathing.
"Don't hurt me," Frank croaked out, even as the guy grunted and put his knife back in the sheath strapped to his side. He swung out from the tree, where it looked like there was a crude stand, and came padding silently over to loom over Frank.
"Oh god, oh shit, oh fuck," Frank said, but the guy bent down and looked at Frank curiously.
Frank took a deep breath and looked back, bracing himself on his hands, ready to bolt.
"You're hurt," the guy said.
Up close, he was really pale, with dark, dirty tangled hair and brown eyes. His beard was actually one of the most ridiculous things Frank had ever seen, scraggly and a piss poor showing for a crazy hermit. He had the bow slipped over his shoulder, and up close, Frank could see that it was hand-carved, slightly crude but definitely serviceable, especially with the arrows sticking out of the quiver strapped to his back.
The guy ran a careful finger down over Frank's sock, then pulled it back. "Such fine cloth," he murmured. Frank risked sitting up on his elbows and watching. He realized now, at least, that the guy wasn't going to hurt him, at least not yet.
He carefully tugged at the shoe on Frank's foot and unlaced it, looking in obvious awe at the shoe before returning to his examination.
The ankle didn't seem too bad, but when the Guy put pressure on the ankle, Frank yelped. Further examination, as well as Frank's own experience with accidents, found it swollen, but not broken. That was something of a relief, but still.
"You can't walk without assistance," the guy said. "Can you ride that thing?"
"My bike?"
Frank looked at his bike and sighed. "Not back into town, I can't. Not today."
"Hmmm." The guy went over and touched the handle bars. The air seemed to shimmer around the bike. The handles were clear, lying in the shadow of the tree, but the part in the sun took on a kind of haze, like seeing it through a window that hadn't been washed for a while. The guy tugged at the bike, but the bike wouldn't budge. When he tried to twist it or lift, it wouldn't move. It was stuck.
He finally sat back on his heels, staring at it.
"This happens sometimes," he said finally, turning to Frank. "It usually lasts only for a few days, but I'm afraid we won't be able to get you home just yet."
"What do you mean?" Frank asked. "What's going on?"
"It's the fairy ring. It's why I'm stuck here."
"Here?" Frank asked. "In this wood?"
The guy nodded, biting his lip. "And here, in this time." (16,600 words)
author:tempore  fandom:Bandom  activity:time.travel  activity:hunting  activity:camping  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:magic  condition:injury  condition:illness  occupation:hunter  things:fairy.ring  things:BMX.bike  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  setting:forest/jungle  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence  band:Alkaline.Trio  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Lindsey/Matt.Skiba(secondary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2012.BRBB  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-03  recced:2012-03  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:source:fanart  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
march 2012 by turlough
jedusaur: Sing It for the N00bs
REC: The gamer AU where Danger Days is an MMORPG. This is totally fabulous. I ended up flailing incoherently at the writer since I completely lacked words to say how much I loved it. I love this Gerard and his basement-dwelling hermitude and his and Frank's nerdy love story, and absolutely *adored* Danger Days the MMORPG! If it was a real game I would be just as dedicated a gamer as Gerard in this story :-) Such a clever and funny and captivating story. It will definitely go on the re-read list. (2012-03-25)
QUOTE: They could really use an explosives specialist, though. They had Bob before Grace joined, but he quit the game cold turkey after the time he stayed up all night playing, slept through half a work shift, and almost lost his job. Gerard misses him, but he doesn't blame him. If he had a job, he'd probably sleep through shifts on a regular basis. Danger Days is like crack. When he's not playing it, he's either thinking about it or working on his epic doujinshi set in the same universe.
Without Bob, there's no one in the Killjoys gang who can throw a bomb with any precision. That, combined with the weird feeling about the grenade incident, is why Gerard walks up to their random attacker and says hi the next time he spots him.
PartyPoison: Hello!
PartyPoison: Please don't blow me up, I want to talk to you
funghoul: hi! won't blow you up if you don't give me a reason to :)
PartyPoison: Did Kid give you a reason?
PartyPoison: You kind of ganked him out of left field the other day
funghoul: sorry, collateral damage. he must've been on his last legs, a grenade blast at that distance wouldn't have been a problem for anyone at normal health. i was aiming for the jerk using my sexual orientation as trash talk.
A lightbulb blinks on in Gerard's head. He remembers Grace saying something about her homework being gay. The surprise bomb makes a lot more sense with that context. Actually, knowing the guy's motivation, he kind of sympathizes. It bothers him too, to be honest, but the slang is widespread enough within the game that he doesn't see much point in being annoying about it. Apparently funghoul disagrees.
His bombing accuracy is even more impressive now that Gerard knows it was specifically meant for Grace. Gerard wouldn't be able to hit even a group from that distance, but this guy managed to aim at someone on the *far side* of the group. That demonstrates exactly the kind of explosives chops their group needs.
Gerard focuses on that, rather than on the fact that this is the first gamer he's met who's openly into other guys. That's counting himself; Gerard isn't open about it. He wishes he could be, but he's not that brave. It would be really fucking amazing to have someone to talk to about that stuff, because he doesn't know very many gay people and he doesn't know *any* gay nerds. But that's not why he wants funghoul to join his gang. They need a bomber, and he's clearly got skills.
[...] PartyPoison: If she promises to stop, would you be interested in joining us?
funghoul: maybe. i like you.
Gerard really, really wishes he hadn't said that, while at the same time being utterly thrilled that he did. He can't mean it, obviously, not from three minutes of chatting. Gerard hasn't even said anything interesting. It's just because he's not an asshole about the gay thing, that's all. And he doesn't know this guy, either. He doesn't even know his name. There's nothing to get worked up about. (17,080 words)
author:jedusaur  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  activity:bartering  activity:coming.out  activity:gaming  activity:gun.fights  activity:kidnapping  activity:rescue  activity:salvage  beings:draculoids  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:story.within.a.story  concept:art  occupation:unemployed  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:shop.assistant  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  relationship:brothers  smut:masturbation  smut:phone.sex  smut:blowjob  smut:frottage  setting:desert  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:myth:Battery.City  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Mikey/Alicia(past)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.BRBB  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-03  recced:2012-03  band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:crossover  fic:source:fanmix  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  universe:Danger.Days 
march 2012 by turlough
snarkydame: Anubis Bar the Door (I'm Not Done With That Heart)
REC: Party Poison went down under Korse's shot in the lobby, but the others made it out. They just can't leave him behind. This is a wonderful story. It's so incredibly vivid and intense, both their rescue attempt and what Gerard is experiencing. I love the imagery of Gerard's "dreams" and I also love the way Frank is written. A lovely addition to the Killjoys mythos. (2012-03-18) Still love this story. It's so vivid and intense. (2012-11-22)
QUOTE: The void had retreated farther, but still all he saw was white.
White walls. White tile. White florescent lighting in a white drop ceiling.
He could feel a growl rumbling up from somewhere. It was the first thing he'd felt since the black receded.
He let the growl grow until he could feel his bones trembling with it. He opened his mouth, and the sound escaped. Where it touched the walls, words left streaks of color and chaos - scarlet cyan marigold and violent pink, dove gray and toxic green, lavender bronze 'fuckers this is Party fucking Poison downoutKilljoys falllikerunrunrunbunnyrun'. Streams of words and scrambled letters too chaotic to ever be words, splashed taller than he was and a hundred times more real.
The void erased them as quickly as he threw them up, until he was running in an isolated wash of color, half a step ahead of nothing at all.
[...]
"Don't take this route," Chimp was saying, running her finger over the sewer line on the map Frank and Ray held between them. "The access tunnel was closed three weeks ago. And you can't just walk over the bridge the way you did before."
"Underpass?" Mikey's sling was looped around his neck and flapping loose, his arm free to point.
"Only way left. Gonna have to cover up the colors, though."
"Fucking coveralls. You haven't got any in my size." Frank wanted a cigarette, wanted to knock ash all over the cleansuits laid over the desk.
The smoke would only set off an alarm.
"Roll up the fucking legs, Ghoul. You don't wanna get shot before you find Poison's body bag." They all snarled at Chimp for that, in unison. She glared at them.
"Fucking suicidal bastards, all of you."
Frank grinned, wide and true. "Just because you want to come with us..."
"Hell no," she said, crossing her arms. "Someone has to be around to drive the fucking van. Motorbaby over there can't see over the dash."
"Leave it running for us," Ray said, folding up the map.
Chimp sniffed. "Waste of gas. Get going, before there's no point in going at all."
Frank made sure to turn away before the smile could drop off his face. (5,200 words)
(also at http://theladysnarkydame.dreamwidth.org/7246.html & http://snarkydame.livejournal.com/131622.html )
author:snarkydame  fandom:Bandom  activity:gun.fights  activity:rescue  beings:draculoids  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  concept:brainwashing  concept:medication  concept:char.death(temporary)  things:dreams  occupation:rebel  relationship:friendship  relationship:established  geography:myth:Battery.City  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:GSF:My.Chemical.Romance(secondary)  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.BRBB  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-03  recced:2012-03  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:source:fanart  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  universe:Danger.Days 
march 2012 by turlough
turps: A Spark Set to Flame
REC: Gerard has escaped from Battery City but he's lost the man he loved and his brother is slipping away. He needs to find the strength to fight back. This is a wonderful Killjoys origin story. I love the way Gerard and his development is written - how he goes from uncertain and fearful to someone who's not only determined to fight back but also has the capability to do so - and the strong relationships he has not only with Mikey but with Frank and Ray as well. I also loved what we're shown of the zonerunners and life in the zones - the way it's harsh and unforgiving but not malicious. And the stunt show is totally fabulous! (2012-03-18) I still really like this story. The way Gerard's transition into zonerunner is written is so insightsful - I think it's the first time I've seen anyone touch on what it might mean for someone like him to have to learn to kill - and the stunt show is such a fantastic place. (2012-11-22)
QUOTE: "Jesus fucking Christ, Gerard. Can't you see what's happening? You're not that blind, I know you're not."
More than anything Gerard wants out from this conversation. Hand pushed into his pocket, he pulls out the bottle of tablets, about to shake one out when Frank slaps the bottle from out of his hand.
Instantly, Gerard drops to his knees, scrabbling in the dust and dirt for the tiny white pills. "What the fuck are you doing? I need those."
Deliberately, Frank steps on the pills, grinding them to powder under his boots. "No you don't."
For a moment anger pushes through blankness, hot red that's almost instantly blanketed by white. Gerard remains on his knees, not looking at Frank. "I'll get more."
"No you won't." Frank walks, circling around Gerard as if he doesn't want to get close. "Mikey will get them."
Gerard doesn't get the distinction, or why Frank sounds so angry. "So?"
"I can't do this," Frank says, soft and defeated, as if Gerard wasn't intended to hear. "It wasn't supposed to be like this."
Gerard drops to the side and sits, finally looking up and watching as Frank slides down the wall and sits on the floor, his legs bent and head resting on top of his knees. "Frank?"
"It wasn't supposed to be like this," Frank says again, his voice muffled. "We're supposed to be free."
"We are free." That's one thing Gerard does know, they were free the moment they fled from the city. "We're not drones, we're..."
"Fucked in other ways," Frank cuts in. He looks up, anger resurfacing as he drags the back of his hand across his eyes. "If we're free why don't we go?"
"Because I can't," Gerard says, and Frank should understand this - he was there from the start. "Because he might come back."
It's the time when usually, Gerard prepares himself for denials. Being told that no, Korse won't come back and that he's made his choices. That Korse has chosen white over colors. White over Gerard. Gerard expects that, and has justifications for each one. What he doesn't expect is Frank to simply say, "So you're choosing your ex over Mikey."
"What? No." It's an instant denial, but even saying the words Gerard knows that he's lying. Maybe not in a blatant way where Mikey's status is shuffled from one down to two, but in a way that Gerard chooses to look to the side, not wanting to see what's so obviously there. "I love Mikey."
"So prove it," Frank says, staring directly at Gerard. "Stop letting him trade for your pills and stop looking away. We need to leave. Soon. Before you end up losing him too."
Gerard reaches out, running his fingers through the crushed remains of his levelers. More than anything he wants to bring his hand to his mouth and suck the powder from off of his fingers. Anything to dull the sharp pain that comes from the thought of losing Mikey.
Gerard doesn't. He can't. He's lost Korse, no way can he lose Mikey too, no matter how much it hurts.
"We need to go, tonight, as soon as Mikey and Ray get back." Gerard pushes himself to his feet, needing to move before inertia takes over and he becomes rooted in place once again. "I'll get our things."
"You really mean it?" Frank asks, not moving as he watches Gerard clumsily rummage through the piles of bedding and supplies. "It's that quick? We're going to move on?"
"It's time," Gerard says, and for the first time in months prepares to feel the ache of his still broken heart. (14,730 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/367294 )
author:turps  fandom:Bandom  activity:bartering  activity:cooking  activity:detoxing  activity:drug.use  activity:gun.fights  activity:killing/murder  activity:racing  beings:draculoids  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:apocalypse  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  concept:addiction  concept:violence  condition:injury  occupation:rebel  relationship:brothers  relationship:friendship  relationship:breakup  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Korse(past)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.BRBB  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-03  recced:2012-03  activity:sabotage  fandom:Comics.RPS  beings:Grant.Morrison  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:source:fanmix  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  universe:Danger.Days 
march 2012 by turlough
akamine_chan: The Way Your Eyes Look Into Me (Sharpest Lives 'verse 2)
REC: Five people Fun Ghoul fucked (or got fucked by). Another fabulous story in the Sharpest Lives 'verse, though this one is very much a stand-alone story. It's wonderfully intense and has a great Fun Ghoul portrait. (2012-03-18)
QUOTE: "Fuck," Ghoul said, holding up his hands. "Easy, dude. I ain't got anything worth stealing."
The guy gestured with his raygun. "Take 'em off." He was filthy and he stank, looking strung out and desperate.
"What?" Ghoul didn't understand. "Take what - oh, fuck no. I ain't giving you my clothes. You can just fucking shoot me." He crossed his arms and raised his chin. "Go ahead. Shoot me."
"The hell?" The guy shook his gun at Ghoul. "I could ghost you, you stupid fuck."
"Whatever." Ghoul didn't roll his eyes, but it was a near thing. He stood there, defiant. If this fuckhead wanted to dust him for his fucking clothes, he could go right ahead and do it. Ghoul was done with stupid shitheads like this guy. "Bring it," he snarled.
The guy's eyes flickered to Ghoul's left before he went pale and swallowed hard. "Uh, no, nevermind," he said before turning and disappearing down an alleyway.
Ghoul had a moment to gloat to himself before someone purred, "Hey, motorbaby," right against his ear, breath hot and wet, sending a shiver down his back.
He spun around quickly and backed away from the stranger, who was grinning at him, sharp and predatory, red hair like a beacon. "Hey," he said, trying for casual.
The dude walked around Ghoul, eyeing him from head to toe and licking his lips. "What's your name, pretty boy?"
"Fuck you," Ghoul said.
"Sure, baby, if that's what you want," the stranger said. "You wanna come back to my place?" He smiled again. "I'll show you a good time."
Ghoul studied him, lean and tan, and weighed his options. He went with his instincts. "Okay."
The guy threw his head back and laughed. "Name's Poison, sugar, Party Poison. What's your handle?"
"Fun Ghoul."
Poison just raised an eyebrow. "Shiny. Let's go." (1,330 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  universe:Sharpest.Lives.verse  activity:robbery  activity:rescue  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  condition:injury  occupation:rebel  smut:fucking  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Fun.Ghoul  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-03  recced:2012-03  fic:category:het  fic:category:slash  fic:form:5.things  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Fun.Ghoul/Party.Poison(secondary)  pairing:Fun.Ghoul/Show.Pony(secondary)  pairing:Fun.Ghoul/OC(secondary)  universe:Danger.Days 
march 2012 by turlough
dancinbutterfly: 5 Times Gerard Met The Doctor
REC: The one where Gerard meets the Fourth, Ninth, Tenth, Eleventh, and Twelfth Doctors at various points in his life. This was written for me but I'm reccing it anyway because it's fun and sweet and touching and completely fabulous. I love how clear the different Doctors' voices are and the way Gerard grows and changes between their meetings. So much love! (2012-03-18)
QUOTE: There is a man with a nearly shaved head, rather large ears and a bitching leather coat with a beautiful blond girl in a pink shirt and a hot man in a military coat running across the SVA campus. The hottie who fell out of World War II slams into him and they end up on the grass of the quad, tangled together. The man gives him a wide, toothy grin. "Hello sailor," he says, and he has dimples. Deep dimples and perfect hair.
Gerard reminds himself that he isn't back in Jersey. He's not in high school. He's in art school and it is okay to smile back. "Hello, solider."
"Jack, now's not the time!" calls the blonde, who is British and even prettier when she's pissed, and Gerard is even surer now than he was before he left home that he is very, very bisexual.
"Now's always the time," Jack calls back, beaming at Gerard. "Captain Jack Harkness," the man says, hopping to his feet and holding out a hand to Gerard.
"Gerard Way."
"Oi, enough of this, yeah? Run now, flirt later?" Big Eared Man says.
"Care to join us? Jack asks and before Gerard can answer, Jack has him by the hand by the hand and they are running full tilt across the campus to the graphic design building.
"Where're we going?"
"That way?" the oldest in the group says.
"Any reason why?"
"Because if I'm right, and I'm always right, the Lekorian spawn has been incubating in the subway tunnels beneath that building for the last twenty years and they're ready to hatch and take off into the void of space to head home to their inverted galaxy. In about fifteen minutes. When that happens, the building will explode and take out most of Manhattan, Queens, and a bit of Brooklyn."
"Yeah well it's just Queens," Gerard pants, going for levity because these fuckers are crazy. Extra crazy.
"I like you Gerard." Jack is glowing at him. It's a nice thing to be on the receiving end of. He could receive a lot more from this guy and not complain. Honestly.
"You like everyone," the girl laughs.
"People are in general likable," Jack points out. "Dr Grumpy Pants being a downer doesn't mean I have to be."
"Again. Trying to save America's favorite city over here. Millions of lives. Can we focus just a bit?" the man calls, waving a metal pen looking thing with a shiny blue light at the back door of the graphic design building.
They end up in the sub-basement. Gerard's an animation major so he didn't even know there was a sub-basement of this building. He didn't know that the sub-basement has a secret door that opens into the MTA subway tunnels. And he certainly didn't know there were purple, gelatinous hive-minded tentacle monsters from outer fucking space. (6,060 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/417794 )
author:dancinbutterfly  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Doctor.Who  activity:rescue  beings:aliens  companion:Jack.Harkness  companion:Rose.Tyler  doctor:4th  doctor:9th  doctor:10th  doctor:11th  doctor:12th  beings:kids  things:Tardis  time:pre-band  tour:2005.Warped  time:the.hiatus  time:future  location:School.of.Visual.Arts  geography:US:New.York  geography:Canada  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-03  recced:2012-03  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:form:5.things  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:crossover  fic:genre:fluff  fic:source:tv.show  activity:time.travel  pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(secondary)  pairing:Gerard/Jack.Harkness(secondary)  pairing:Mikey/Pete(secondary) 
march 2012 by turlough
gorgeousnerd: Crush My Soul (And Send Me Flowers)
REC: After his nasty breakup with Gerard, Bob leaves the superhero business and gets a mundane job. One day Gerard shows up at his door. This was a really sweet story and refreshingly lowkey and drama free for a superhero story. (Okay, I might have issues with superheroes ;-) I really liked this Bob and it was so sad to see him just going through the motions of living. Even if Gerard's visit hadn't changed anything for Gerard it would still have been a good thing because of how it affected Bob. I also really liked that it was Bob's practical, hands-on approach that made a difference in the end. (2012-03-11)
QUOTE: "I've got Gerard on my couch," Bob says. He clears his throat. "Is everything... I mean..."
"He is? Really?"
"Really."
"Whoa."
Bob slumps onto his bed. "Tell me about it."
"The group's on break right now," Ray says, and his voice is warmer now, friendlier. "Last Mikey heard, Gerard was out in California, playing in the desert."
That sounds like Gerard. "I'm nowhere near the desert."
"Yeah, I figured. What did he say?"
"Nothing. He just... sat on my couch."
"Huh. Maybe he just wanted to see you?"
There's something a little funny in Ray's voice, but whatever. Bob's not going to alienate him. Not when he could - and probably should - be asking Gerard all of this. "Maybe."
Ray sighs. "Do me a favor?"
"What?"
"Just don't... don't be an asshole to him." Bob's just summoning breath to tell Ray what bullshit that is when Ray says, "Not unless he does something first, at least? Maybe give him a chance."
A chance is way more than Gerard deserves. But Bob isn't sprouting fur or claws or growling. He's just tired, mostly. So it doesn't cost him much to say, "Whatever."
"He's not great right now. If he slides back -" Ray cuts off the second he hears Bob's sharp intake of breath. "Not that it's your responsibility, I mean."
Bob might not have been in MCR for all of their tough spots, but he was there when Gerard got sober. He knows exactly what Ray's saying. But he lets go of the fist of comforter he'd grabbed, and he says, "It's not."
"No."
"But I'll keep an eye out."
"Cool." Ray pauses. "You can call me, you know. If you need to."
Bob nods to himself. "Thanks, man."
The line goes dead, and Bob stuffs his cell phone in his pocket.
In the living room, Gerard laughs at something obnoxious. Probably at the shitty reality show Bob left the TV on. He could go out and sit next to him, wait for Gerard to say something. Or he could go out and demand some kind of answer. There's no end of options.
[...]
Bob doesn't usually remember his dreams. He doesn't after he wakes up the next day, either. But there's an impression in his mind, a red haze and the echo of yelling and a feeling of helplessness he hasn't felt in years.
He gets dressed and cracks his bedroom door. Gerard's lying on the couch with the colors from the TV reflected on his face, drool pooling under his open mouth.
Bob sneaks out. (6,420 words)
(also at http://firmament.dreamwidth.org/50218.html & http://chomalfoyfics.livejournal.com/59265.html )
author:gorgeousnerd  fandom:Bandom  activity:rescue  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:superpowers  concept:sobriety  occupation:vigilante  occupation:office.worker  relationship:breakup  relationship:friendship  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  setting:office  geography:US:Chicago  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Bob  challenge:2012.BRBB  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-03  recced:2012-03  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:source:fanmix  pairing:Bob/Gerard(primary) 
march 2012 by turlough
jjtaylor: Space Looks a Lot Like New Jersey
REC: Since James got killed Gerard has pushed everyone except Mikey away. An absolutely wonderful space AU. The worldbuilding is fabulous, jjtaylor has such a deft hand with settings. Her worlds always feel so organic and coherent even when we only get to see bits and pieces of them. She also writes a wonderful Gerard. The story of his slow recovery of belief in himself and others is absolutely wonderful and completely heartwarming. Her Dewees is also totally awesome. He's so fantastically snarky and irreverent and absurd. An absolutely fabulous space AU! (2012-03-11) This is a fantastic story with first class worldbuilding. I love the way jjtaylor writes settings. Her worlds always feel so organic and coherent, even when we only get to see bits and pieces of them. The whole demolishing business and the reason for it is both fascinating and heartbreaking. I particularly love how unshiny this universe is. The way everything is worn and dented and mostly held together by hope and luck. Things Gerard no longer believes in, or at least believes he doesn't deserve. The story of his slow recovery of belief in himself, learning to look outside himself again and beginning to understand that he deserves to have friends and that he dares to let people close is absolutely wonderful and completely heartwarming. (2013-12-05)
QUOTE: The hologram flickers in front of Gerard as he's walking down the hallway and he stops, so startled he can't speak.
"The ship's losing air pressure, you're slowly suffocating and you're hallucinating me," Dewees says.
"Really?" Gerard asks, taking several deep breaths in.
"No," Dewees says. "I'm still just a hologram."
"Fuck you," Gerard says. "You're such an asshole."
"Your words hurt," Dewees says, and then he slaps his thigh and laughs. "Nah, who am I kidding. I'm dead! Nothing hurts anymore."
"I've got things to do, James, get out of my way."
"Touchy, touchy," Dewees says. "You know you can walk right through a hologram."
Gerard sighs and does just that. Dewees flickers out and a moment later, flickers back beside Gerard, as though they’re walking down the hallway together, except that Dewees' insubstantial feet don't quite touch the floor.
"Mikey's right, you know. You're sulking."
"I'm not fucking sulking," Gerard says. "This is just how I am."
"Sure," Dewees says. "This is who you were before the rescue of Infinity on High?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"No," Dewees says. "You certainly don't. You hardly want to talk about anything with anyone. Not with your brother, not with your friends, not with Frank."
"What do you know about what I do and don't talk about with Frank?"
Dewees just shakes his holographic head. "Has he set foot off planet since you threw him off this tin can of a ship?"
"I didn't throw -"
"You did," Dewees says. "Everyone else is a lot nicer about it, trying not to hurt your feelings, trying not to make things worse, but I don't give a shit about worse. There is no worse for me, I'm already gone."
"Well that's the problem, isn't it!" Gerard says, "You're dead because of me."
"I'm dead because of an Associate gun, I'm pretty sure," Dewees says. "Unless the computer recorder got it wrong."
"How could it get it wrong, you built it! None of the tech you ever built went wrong. And now everything is shit."
"Are you saying that I'm perfect?" Dewees asks. "That the holographic prototype of myself I created as a scientific experiment in cyber-consciousness -"
"You said it was for sex games."
"Ok, fine, that the holographic prototype of myself I created as a scientific experiment to spice up sex games is a flawless copy?"
"You're just as ridiculous as you were when you were alive. Just as bothersome, too."
"Then what the hell are you whining about? If I'm as good dead as I am alive, then why are you such a sourpuss who chases off his friends?"
"I got you killed, James," Gerard says. "You can pretend that the hologram you is the same, but it's not."
"You're telling me," Dewees says. "Holograms can't eat and I've been craving sweet potato fries like crazy." (8,410 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/3790381 & http://jjtaylor.livejournal.com/404124.html )
author:jjtaylor  fandom:Bandom  activity:salvage  activity:rescue  activity:gun.fights  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:artificial.intelligence  concept:char.death(past)  concept:war  concept:violence  condition:injury  occupation:rebel  occupation:pilot  occupation:mechanic  things:memories  relationship:friendship  relationship:brothers  relationship:breakup  smut:blowjob  smut:rough.sex  setting:spaceship/spacestation  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.BRBB  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-03  recced:2012-03  beings:hologram  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:source:fanart  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  condition:PTSD  concept:in.space! 
march 2012 by turlough
theopteryx: Fog, Sheets, and Thunder
REC: The post-apocalyptic one where Gerard still remembers words and Frank is a mail carrier. This is a beautiful and fantastic and completely heartbreaking story. It's a stark and terrible and gritty world, but there is also hope and the possibility of things getting better. Absolutely wonderful! (2012-03-11)
QUOTE: The first time they'd met, Gerard thought that he was dying, that Frank had killed him, had done something to him to make his heart drop in his chest.
Frank had blown in through the east door without following protocol and almost killed them all, actually, with the storm on his heels blowing sticky ash down a hundred yards into the tunnel. The others had rushed to shut the door closed behind him, but Gerard had gotten the brunt of it, had almost choked on the burn in his throat.
When he could finally see again all he could see was Frank - off his bike and standing so close they almost collided, and Frank's goggles were pushed up into his scraggly hair, leaving a clean, oval shadow around his eyes. His eyelashes were frozen, brittle thin, the rims of his eyes a raw new pink, but they were so close Gerard didn't have anywhere else to look.
Frank shoved at Gerard's coat to push a freezing hand against his chest, another on his back, feeling as Gerard unwittingly coughed against the pressure.
"You're fine," Frank said, dropping the contact, and immediately pulled the plastic bag of letters out of Gerard's arms. "This it?"
"Yeah," Jimmy said, from over Gerard's shoulder when Gerard didn't answer through the coughs. "Claret's fueled you up, you staying?"
"Nah, I'm out," Frank said, and slid the bag on his shoulders to the ground, landing with a solid noise in the slush by Gerard's toes. "For you."
"For me?" Gerard managed to get out, throat still rough with ash.
Frank grinned - Gerard couldn't see it, with the heavy mask still over his mouth, but his eyes smiled. He said nothing, just slid Gerard's packet of letters into his bag and restrapped it to his back, buckling it with one hand as he swung over the seat and kicked the bike back into gear. There was a blast of freezing air when he left, and whipped-back ash from his tires splattered against the hem of Gerard's pants. The others rushed to shut the door behind him again, but Gerard stared into the storm after him. He could still see the small light clipped to the back of his bike shining through the ash cloud before the heavy metal door slid shut. (5,660 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/351396 & http://theopteryx.livejournal.com/44875.html )
author:theopteryx  fandom:Bandom  activity:bartering  activity:salvage  activity:plane/vehicle.crash  things:tattoos  things:motorbike  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:apocalypse  condition:injury  condition:amnesia  condition:illness  occupation:writer  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:driver  relationship:UST  setting:caves  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.No.Tags  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-03  things:storm  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
march 2012 by turlough
ladyfoxxx: Time Travel 'verse (Masterlist)
REC: This is a totally fabulous story that started as a short doppelganger PWP and grew into a fascinating time travel adventure involving both the current band and their future Killjoys selves in a post-apocalyptic California that may or may not be on an alternative timeline. The first story tells about the suprise visit a young pre-band Gerard gets from a redhaired future version of himself. In the second story Frank in 2005 gets seduced by his future self and manages to be the one dragged back to the future into a world where he does not belong. It's such a brilliant premise to bring someone from the past into the Killjoys future. It really brings home the enormity and tragedy of what has happened to the world. The third story tells us Ray and Mikey's story and shows us what happened that fateful day the world changed and how the Fabulous Killjoys came into being. In the fourth it's been five years since Frank returned from the future and he's been doing his best to make sure the terrible future he saw doesn't happen. It's a wonderful, thoughtprovoking series with excellent characterisations. The interactions between all the guys and the growth and change of the various relationships are incredibly well written, and the sex is scorchingly hot throughout. Definitely a must-read. (2012-02-29) I still love this series madly. It's totally the little story that could - growing from a fluffy timetravel-selfcest PWP into a fascinating take on the Killjoys universe involving timetravel, divergent timelines, surviving the apocalypse, trying to prevent the apocalypse, and tons of scorchingly hot sex. I love the characterisations of Frank in the second and fourth story and Ray in the third and the way they relate to Gerard and Mikey. (2012-11-22)
INFO: Masterlist for the Time Travel 'verse. 4 stories, 79,690 words in total. Finished.
(also at http://ladyfoxxx.livejournal.com/7096.html )
author:ladyfoxxx  fandom:Bandom  universe:Time.Travel.verse  concept:apocalypse  activity:time.travel  band:My.Chemical.Romance  !meta:masterlist  +length:long.50k-100k  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:character.study  !meta:rec:fic  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  universe:Danger.Days 
february 2012 by turlough
*anonymous: Clash
REC: Gerard's first glimpse of the world outside Battery City. A fascinating ficlet. The difference between Gerard and Party Poison's worlds are so big it's like they're hardly even of the same species. They barely speak the same language! (2012-02-26)
QUOTE: He grabs Gerard's arm and pulls hard so Gerard lands on his ass in the sand beside him. He feels the impact of the sand in every single one of his bones. It'll bruise. The guy's fingers are like a vice around his wrist. That'll leave bruises too. "The stench of the City clings to you like a bad perfume," he adds, brushing his purple, dirty hair out of his face. He looks so fucking familiar that Gerard wants to back off, but the fingers around his wrist tighten to the point of pain. "What were you looking for out here I wonder?" he says, but it's said so quietly that Gerard isn't sure it was even aimed at him. But there is no one else around here. They're alone with the sand, the blood and the night creeping up on them.
"Something -" he bites his lip. What was he looking for? The fights? The modern times, post apocalyptic gladiator games? Life? Freedom? Does something like freedom even exist anymore?
"Something worth fighting for," he finishes in a whisper after minutes of silence that could be hours or an eternity in an other universe.
The guy laughs, it sounds harsh and cruel and like he isn't used to doing it in the first place. "There isn't anything left worth fighting for," he says. (975 words)
author:*anonymous  fandom:Bandom  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:apocalypse  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  condition:injury  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  pairing:Gerard/Party.Poison(primary)  universe:Danger.Days 
february 2012 by turlough
solarbaby614: But What Concerns Me (Sort it Out verse 1)
REC: Gerard is a reporter interviewing the head of the new patrols when the alarms go off. A cool little fic about Gerard and Party Poison's first meeting. I thought it was really interesting how ordinary everything was - the it was just another working day for Gerard to begin with. (2012-02-19)
QUOTE: Gerard should probably be more worried, if the way the patrols are running down the hall are any indication but he figures he's safer here than he is outside, in their way, and - yep, that's gun fire he hears.
Bob, who he's seen stand in a burning building looking as steady as ever, actually starts to look concerned and he pokes his head out the door. He's wide eyed when he glances back at Gerard and tells him, "I'll be right back."
"Don't get shot!" Gerard calls after him and Bob just flips him off in response. He starts to worry, even as a voice inside his head tells him that he shouldn't. Bob's sturdy.
The zap-zap of the gunshots are getting closer, thankfully coming from the direction Bob didn't go. He's ready to get up and do something like hide or call the station when the door slams open and a form scrambles into the room.
It's not Bob, that's for damn sure. The first thing Gerard sees is color. Blue and red and a slight blur of yellow that makes him yearn for the art classes he used to take in high school. His teacher had always encouraged his desire to create freeform art before she was send in for recommissioning. He missed her.
The person spins around, searching and gives a jerk when his gaze lands on Gerard. "What the fuck?"
Gerard can appreciate the sentiment because he's looking at himself. Well, not exactly. Gone is the nicely cropped black hair and best whites and it's like he's seeing himself in technicolor mirror. (1,100 words)
(also at http://bandom-meme.dreamwidth.org/707.html?thread=30403#cmt30403 & http://solarbaby614.dreamwidth.org/105429.html & http://solarbaby614.livejournal.com/99613.html )
author:solarbaby614  fandom:Bandom  universe:Sort.It.Out.verse  activity:gun.fights  activity:stealing  beings:draculoids  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  occupation:journalist  occupation:rebel  setting:office  geography:myth:Battery.City  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  pairing:Gerard/Party.Poison(primary)  universe:Danger.Days 
february 2012 by turlough
solarbaby614: Tomorrow is a Long Time (Sort It Out verse 2)
REC: Someone breaks into Gerard's apartment and bleeds on his floor. Another meeting between Gerard and Party Poison set after 'But What Concerns Me'. I like this Gerard, he's so refreshingly ordinary. (2012-02-19)
QUOTE: Gerard slowly slides in to the kitchen, carefully keeping his back against the wall. He may have failed drac training miserably but he remembers some things.
"Christ," he says, when he catches sight of the familiar form on the floor, propping himself up on the cabinets.
Party offers him a weak smile and replies, "Hey, pretty," before hissing when he moves.
The blue jacket is missing and Gerard can see the wound on his side as clear as day. "I'm gonna call the emergency center."
Before he can reach the comm Party launches himself at Gerard, grabbing him by the waist and pulling him away. "No." There is pain clear on his face as he pins Gerard against the counter. "I went through a lot of trouble to keep out of drac hands. I'm not gonna let you just hand me over to them."
"You're bleeding," says Gerard, obviously, "A lot."
Party leans forward and gives him a peck on the lips, his grin growing when Gerard grows red at the action. "That's why you're gonna patch me up."
A noise of frustration escapes Gerard, along with a slight whine cause, really, blood. "I'm sorry but how exactly am I supposed to fix the gaping hole in your side?"
Party rolls his eyes. "Don't be so melodramatic. It's just a little cut." At Gerard's incredulous look he continues, "You gotta have a kit here somewhere. You had to have taken First Aid 101." (1,050 words)
(also at http://bandom-meme.dreamwidth.org/707.html?thread=32195#cmt32195 & http://solarbaby614.dreamwidth.org/105650.html & http://solarbaby614.livejournal.com/99869.html )
author:solarbaby614  fandom:Bandom  universe:Sort.It.Out.verse  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  condition:injury  occupation:journalist  occupation:rebel  relationship:established  geography:myth:Battery.City  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  pairing:Gerard/Party.Poison(primary)  universe:Danger.Days 
february 2012 by turlough
akamine_chan: Bones To the Other Side
REC: An underwater postapocalyptic AU inspired by omens' art 'Sharktopus Psychic Love'. It's such a sweet and lovely story with fabulous worldbuilding and a really great teenaged Ray. (2012-02-19)
QUOTE: "Ray?"
He shook himself out of his reverie, his hair floating around his head like a cloud. Frank had cut through the fence and was holding it open while Gerard and Mikey finned through. Fuck. They were going to get busted and it was all Frank's fault. "Coming." He kicked forward and entered the forbidden Black Deeps.
They were all going to die, like in one of those old twodee horror medias. He just knew it.
He followed the Way brothers and Frank, listening to Frank's excited chatter and Mikey's deadpan responses. Gerard had a tendency toward grand pronouncements and a know-it-all-ness that Frank punctured at every opportunity with a great deal of glee, which made Gerard pout. It was ridiculous and Mikey rolled his eyes a lot behind his facemask.
Ray realized, as much as he bitched about the trouble they got into, there was no place he'd rather be than with his crazy friends.
He put a little effort into catching up; the Deeps tended to swallow even the brightest light and he didn't want to get separated from Frank and Gerard and Mikey. That led to certain death, maybe squished by a giant clam or carried away by one of the ginormous starfish that were rumored to live in the Deeps. Ray shuddered, because death by starfish was not very high on his list of priorities. It was slow and painful and not very exciting.
If he was gonna die out here, he wanted it to be a memorable death, one that generations of kids would whisper about in the damp hallways of the City, like a ghost story. '...remember when Ray Toro got eaten by that mutant creature? There was nothing left of him but...' People would talk about his family '...so sad, destroyed by what happened to Ray...' and Lou would feel really bad about how much he'd picked on Ray...
Ray's headlamp flickered and he tapped at it, confused. He stopped finning to tread water. He'd just recharged the battery and there should be plenty of juice left to keep it going. He shook it, relieved when the light came back on. He clicked it into place on his mask. "Guys?" He looked around, but couldn't see anyone. "Uh, guys?"
"Ray, where are you?" Mikey's voice was clear in his ear, but he couldn't see anyone. (2,590 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  beings:teenagers  beings:animals.others  concept:esp:empathy  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:mindmeld/soulbond  relationship:friendship  setting:beach/lake/ocean  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Ray  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  concept:apocalypse  beings:mutants  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:fluff  fic:source:movie 
february 2012 by turlough
dear_monday: You Could Use A Hero Right Now (I Could Use Someone To Save)
REC: Hilarious and adorable not!fic about Gerard the teenaged failboat superhero and Frank the Italian mobster's son. (2012-02-19)
QUOTE: So - you saw this coming, right? TRAINING MONTAGE o/ fuck yeah. Lots of clips of Gerard doing sit-ups and push-ups and shit. He starts with, like, three push-ups at a time because those things are really hard, okay, and he's not going to save anyone if he injures himself while he's still just working out on his bedroom floor. The classic rock song of your choice (I personally favor Eye Of The Tiger) is de rigeur for this part, obviously. Anyway, he keeps on doing this, still very much on the down low, because he values his status as an old-school nerd with ~principles regarding disgraceful standards of fitness and personal hygiene.
After a while, he can even participate in gym class without dropping out to wheeze alarmingly by the bleachers after five minutes. He still drops out to wheeze in solidarity with Ray and the other non-athletes in his gym class, of course, but he knows he COULD keep running and that thought is weirdly satisfying. He considers cutting down on his smoking habit, but decides against it on the grounds that a) he likes smoking and b) if he does then people are DEFINITELY going to notice that and start to suspect something's up, and no one who knows him is going buy whatever bullshit he'd come up with.
Moving on! So it's been a while now, and on the surface things look exactly like they did a few months ago. Gerard still sits with Mikey and Ray and Bob at lunch, still says hi to Brendon and Patrick and that weirdo Pete who Mikey seems to like when he sees them in the hallways, potentially-Mafia kid still sits on his own with this little sad face that somehow activates all Gerard's hitherto unsuspected mother hen instincts.
But Gerard respects Ray's blood pressure, so he leaves the kid alone.
Anyway, Gerard picks the day for his first patrol. It's a Friday, and when he wakes up and practically fucking LEAPS out of bed (which he does not do, ever) he's all, FUCK YES, I CAN TOTALLY DO THIS o/ This can-do attitude decreases gradually throughout the day until he's got this low-level buzz of worry going on by lunchtime, and by the time everyone his parents are asleep and Mikey's at least pretending to be, Gerard is scared shitless. He stalls for about fifteen minutes checking his bulletproof vest is properly fastened before finally deciding that he has been BUILDING UP TO THIS, this is his ~MOMENT, and if he wimps out now he will never forgive himself. (7,370 words)
author:dear_monday  fandom:Bandom  activity:gun.fights  activity:kidnapping  activity:rescue  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:violence  occupation:student.high.school  occupation:vigilante  occupation:criminal/mobster  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  setting:high.school  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  pov:Frank  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:form:not!fic  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
february 2012 by turlough
akamine_chan: Against the Sun We're the Enemy
REC: Jet Star has a close encouter with a suprising Exterminator. Very cool twist on the Killjoys universe with a nice Jet Star characterisation. I felt really sad for Mikey, but at least he still has Gerard. (2012-02-12)
QUOTE: There was the sound of water and Jet was suddenly aware of how parched he was; he desperately needed something wet, to soothe away the dust and dryness in his throat. "Hey," he tried to call out, choking on the words, coughing. The coughing was a bad idea; it woke the screaming pain in his ribs and the ache from a multitude of bruises that covered his body. He bit back a groan, because he wouldn't, *couldn't* let the Exterminator see how weak he was.
"Want some water?" the Exterminator asked, and Jet twitched. He knew that voice, he *did*. And when the Exterminator stepped out of the bathroom, it was suddenly clear why.
"Kobra?" Jet could hear the disbelief and confusion threading through his voice. His heart twisted in his chest.
Jet shook his head at himself. Of course it wasn't Kobra. It was a cracked reflection of Kobra, dark to Kobra's blond, cold and bland versus warm and alive. This was an exterminator, someone created and shaped to extract information, to hunt and torture and kill. A BL/ind predator. Not Kobra Kid, Killjoy, zone-runner and best friend. Family.
The Exterminator held a chipped mug up to Jet's mouth and he could smell the water. Jet tilted his head back and drank greedily, not caring that water was running down his chin, a cold trickle, soaking into his thin shirt. The Exterminator pulled the mug away and went back to the bathroom while Jet licked his lips and tried to shake off the dizziness and confusion that made his head feel like it was stuffed with fucking cotton. (2,890 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/338033 )
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  concept:medication  concept:brainwashing  condition:injury  things:motorbike  occupation:rebel  occupation:exterminator  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Jet.Star/Kobra.Kid(primary)  pov:Jet.Star  challenge:2012.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  universe:Danger.Days 
february 2012 by turlough
annemaris: Magic Hours
REC: The one where they're ghost hunters that meet at a haunted house. This was such a sweet story. I loved that Gerard wanted to help both the owners of the houses and the ghosts, and I also really liked the way he and Frank could discuss things and solve their differences like grownups. (2012-02-12)
QUOTE: The guy standing in front of him is short, belligerent, glaring at Gerard and definitely corporeal.
"What the fuck?" Gerard asks, weakly. His heart's still trying to beat its way out of his chest. He's honestly used to dealing with ghosts by now, but he always startles when they do their whole 'turning up out of nowhere to spook you to death' shtick. Also, this guy's not a *ghost*. So seriously, what the fuck.
"Who the fuck are you?" the guy asks, and Gerard splutters, because hey, this is *their* haunted house, so technically they're the ones who should be asking that.
The guy doesn't seem to agree, though, because he lifts his flashlight even higher and steps closer. "Well?" He looks tough, and his attitude reminds Gerard of all the assholes he had to deal with during high school, but the picture is ruined a bit by the glasses the dude's wearing. They make him look the slightest bit dorky.
Just as Gerard comes to that realization, though, the guy takes them off and puts them in his pocket. Now he just looks intimidating all around. Gerard almost takes a step back, but then thinks, 'fuck it'.
"I'm Gerard, and this is my brother Mikey," he says. "We're ghost hunters. Who the fuck are *you*?"
The guy narrows his eyes. "Frank Iero. *I'm* a ghost hunter." He lifts his EMF-meter and camera as if to prove it. Gerard just gapes. He can tell even Mikey's taken aback.
"You -" Gerard starts, then closes his mouth. Frank lifts his chin, challenging. "Wait, so you were the one making all that noise?" That, more than anything, seems a bit unprofessional to him.
Frank seems to deflate a bit at that, even though his expression doesn't really change. "That - No, it was my assistant. He Oh, what's the point now, Ray." He shouts the name, and Gerard winces, but it's true, they've made enough of a ruckus by now.
A guy with bushy hair rushes down the hallway a second later and comes to a stop next to Frank. "Fuck," he wheezes. "Are you - What?" He seems to just notice Gerard and Mikey standing there, and he throws them a quizzical look before turning back to Frank.
"We're out of here," Frank says, grimly. "We're not gonna find anything tonight, not with this noise. You read what the paper said, the ghosts here like quiet."
Gerard curses himself, because really, he should have figured that the newspaper article that they found would also attract others, but he'd been so focused on the task ahead it hadn't even passed his mind. (8,260 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/338230 )
author:annemaris  fandom:Bandom  beings:ghosts  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:supernatural  condition:injury  occupation:supernatural.investigator  relationship:UST  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.No.Tags  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
february 2012 by turlough
doctor_jasley: Measured in Bleakness
REC: A nice space AU in which Gerard and Brendon gets stranded in a scientific impossibility. The relationship development is very well paced and I loved the oldschool science fiction plot and setting. (2012-02-12) I love the old school science fiction feel to the setting and plot of this story. The bleakness of the place their stranded in and their efforts at escape are so vividly realised. (2013-11-19)
QUOTE: When they finally make it out, Gerard has to blink several times. The landscape in front of them is flat, for miles and miles. In all directions. The only thing breaking up the monotony, is the massive quantities of debris, and warped metal, that peppers the flatness in massive puddles of broken ship parts and random bits of shattered-apart satellites.
It looks like a graveyard for space junk. Brendon breaks away from Gerard to circle the wreckage while Gerard stares.
"Whatever happened, it ripped a chuck out of the ship... or several."
Brendon's voice carries in the emptiness, but it sounds dead, listless, out here in the open. Gerard could have sworn that he had heard inflection in Brendon's voice while they were still trapped inside the ship. He takes one last look at the endless horizon line before shrugging and turning to find Brendon. His arm smarts from the motion. Gerard does his best not to pay attention to the pain.
He's alive. That's better than any other alternative. He can't see Mikey, or his parents, again if he's dead.
"Fuck, Gerard, I need your help. I can't open this shaft door alone. The locking system is dead so we have to break into it manually. I can't do it by myself with broken fingers, fuck."
The air around them is still and devoid of warmth. It's also absent of any chill. Gerard's idly thinking about the science fiction shows he and Mikey watched as teenagers while Brendon walks him through opening the shaft door when the door finally lurches forward, swinging open.
A body falls out, broken and very much dead, and lands at their feet. Brendon drops to his knees and Gerard fights not to throw up his breakfast from earlier. They take a minute to calm down before climbing up into the passageway.
Searching the fragment of the ship, doesn't turn up any survivors. Only more dead people. Apparently, they're the only two left alive, but it's a curious thing.
Most of the ship is nowhere to be found. There's just pieces of it wrecked, twisted up bodies littered amongst the debris, but the majority of the passengers, crew, and ship, just aren't here.
Gerard doesn't know what to make of it.
Eventually, they settle down next to the gutted-out ruins of an old deep-space telescope. Gerard passes out a rationed amount of the food and water they found while looking for survivors. Brendon sits next to him and doesn't touch his rations. (7,890 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/339238 & http://doctor-jasley.dreamwidth.org/75469.html )
author:doctor_jasley  fandom:Bandom  activity:plane/vehicle.crash  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:in.space!  condition:injury  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:mechanic  smut:blowjob  setting:spaceship/spacestation  setting:other.world  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Panic.at.the.Disco  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.No.Tags  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  pairing:Brendon/Gerard(primary) 
february 2012 by turlough
snarkydame: The Edges of This Map Have Been Burned
REC: What if the Killjoys had taken to the oceans instead of the desert? Gerard is lost and gets taken by BL/Ind's top captain, Korse. The rest of the guys have to get him back. Hopefully whole. This is an absolutely wonderful story with fantastic worldbuilding and completely engrossing plot. The writing is very vivid, it almost feels like you're there onboard the Neon Angel yourself. I would love to read more stories in this universe, it's beautiful and terrifying and completely fascinating. I also liked the way the guys interacted, the easy banter and obvious familiarity of people who've known and worked together for a long time. Gerard's recover is handled very well and I liked that it was allowed to take time and that he'd to work through some of it on his own. (2012-02-12) Still love this story enormously. Particularly the incredibly vivid writing and the way it makes me feel like I'm there myself. (2012-11-22)
QUOTE: The lights were swaying violently now, as waves rocked the hull. Gerard squinted as much against their flaring brightness as against the sharply cooling air. The engines coughed beneath his feet, and he heard Frankie shouting, incomprehensible beneath the deck.
He jumped over the heavy bolted collar that kept their jury-rigged mainmast secure on the Angel's scarred wooden deck.
In his haste, he fumbled the harness clip - "Fuck it," he growled, hardly hearing himself. The wind had risen to a teeth-clenching whistle, and he could feel the mast thrumming its response already, the sails still furled. He left the harness hanging and hauled himself up the knotted rope ladder hand over fist.
The big ship guns spit stuttering neon fire off the stern, Mikey firing more to judge range than do damage. The BL/ind ship couldn't be that close already. The heavy barrels gleamed white hot in their turrets.
Between the storm and the guns and the dancing, swinging lanterns, Gerard could only see in frozen, stuttered bursts of light, like the world had been set on strobe. He reached for lines that were there, and not, and there again - the strobe was messing with his depth perception.
But he found the right lines, released the right gaskets, and the sails came unrolled like manteling wings. He took a deep breath and hung tight to the rigging as they flung themselves open. The Neon Angel groaned, and the lanterns swung uniformly to the starboard side, as the wind in the sails dragged the ship over.
The air was flavored with the acidic bite of rain. The BL/ind ship was firing back. He saw Ray, at the tiller, duck under a brilliant green flash that scorched the wheelhouse.
At least, the thought came, wild and fleeting, they weren't shooting cannons.
He wrapped his sleeves over his palms and jumped for the harness rope, hanging an arm's length from the ladder. The rope bit through the heavy cotton, but it didn't shred his hands as he swung himself out and down, letting go to grab hold of the ladder again. He caught a glimpse of white tipped waves beneath him - the ship was keeled so far over he couldn't see the deck.
He wrapped his legs around the spar and hauled in the lines two handed. The sails resisted, so heavy it felt like he was trying to drag the ship straight all by himself.
But slowly, agonizingly, he pulled the sails in until they were stretched drum tight. The ship lept forward like she'd been goosed, and the waves sprayed high enough to drench Gerard, even before the rain came down.
Once it did, he couldn't see his hands in the rigging - couldn't see anything as more than formless smears of colored light through the water. He couldn't hear anything but thunder - from the storm, from the guns, from the engines that roared suddenly to life, as if Frank had pulled a Frankenstein and harnessed the storm itself.
Gerard breathed rain, grinning, and ducked his head before he drowned.
His muscles quivered, burning. The Angel bucked and thundered through the waves, outpacing the white ship.
"Yeah, you rat bastards!" He yelled into the rain, hardly hearing himself.
The ship hit a rising wave and flung itself sideways. His hands slipped on the rope. (10,060 words)
(also at http://theladysnarkydame.dreamwidth.org/5586.html & http://snarkydame.livejournal.com/128469.html )
author:snarkydame  fandom:Bandom  activity:gun.fights  activity:rescue  beings:animals.squids  beings:animals.whales  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:apocalypse  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  concept:medication  concept:rape  condition:amnesia  condition:injury  occupation:rebel  occupation:pirate  relationship:established  setting:beach/lake/ocean  setting:ship/submarine  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  pov:Frank  challenge:2012.Pirate.Big.Bang  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  things:storm  fandom:Comics.RPS  beings:Grant.Morrison  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  universe:Danger.Days 
february 2012 by turlough
tempore: Fast and Hard (Ghosts in the Machine 'verse 2)
REC: Party Poison's theory about demasking the dracs works, leaving Fun Ghoul helping Gerard escape his life as a drac. A very interesting story with a new, cool way of explaining what's going on in the Killjoys universe. I really liked the way both Fun Ghoul and the former-drac Gerard were written. (2012-02-05) Still love this glimpse into a very different take on the Killjoys. It's such a cool way of looking at what's going on in this universe.
QUOTE: "So you want to hold up mirrors to their faces?" Ghoul asked. "I mean, that's going to be problematic given that they'll be firing at us. I'm all for conversion, but it doesn't do me a world of good if I'm ghosted."
Poison held up his sunglasses, old-school aviators. "That's why we need to be wearing these."
"But they're still wearing masks."
"We have to get the masks off whenever we can," Poison said. "It won't always work, but it might."
And the thing was, it did. Enough so that the masks became harder and harder to remove, to the point where Ghoul wouldn't be surprised if someday, he'd be ghosted and wake up in the pod already wearing one.
But it got them Gerard, as well as a few others, even if Poison did still get dusted that day.
Ghoul hadn't thought it was going to work, but he kept waiting for Poison to go down under his clone's gun and it didn't happen. Instead, he'd turned his head as if slightly puzzled and dropped the gun, his other hand reaching up to his face, even as another drac took Poison down with a shot in the side.
Ghoul saw Korse, saw him snarl and take aim at the clone who just stood there, looking around, utterly confused, and he acted. He didn't know how he got to him, just grabbed him and they were running, Jet behind them covering their backs. Kobra had gone down as well; but Ghoul wasn't too worried - they'd get them back inside a few weeks, he was reasonably sure. Their personalities just kept getting stronger.
The clone stumbled ahead of him but regained his equilibrium somehow. They got separated from Jet, but Ghoul didn't dare look back or slow down. The thing about always coming back was that there was no point in stupid heroic acts. They all had to take care of themselves.
Gerard, though, he was barely recognizing himself; he'd take a lot longer to get out of the system again, which was Party's whole reason for going in there and going down in the first place. Get as many out as possible, and today it had only been one.
"What's your name?" Ghoul asked him, fingers gripping tight to the wheel of the trans am as they sped down the tunnel. The clone ducked as they were fired at; Ghoul swerved, cursing.
"I um..." He blinked. "They called me Gerard. The pale one; yeah. He called me Gerard, once. And the others, too." (1,920 words)
(also at http://bandom-meme.dreamwidth.org/707.html?thread=12483#cmt12483 )
author:tempore  fandom:Bandom  activity:rescue  activity:gun.fights  activity:detoxing  beings:draculoids  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  concept:char.death(temporary)  concept:cloning  concept:violence  concept:consent.issues  condition:amnesia  occupation:rebel  smut:fucking  setting:desert  geography:myth:Battery.City  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Fun.Ghoul/Gerard(primary)  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  pov:Fun.Ghoul  universe:Ghost.in.the.Machine.verse  concept:brainwashing  concept:medication  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  universe:Danger.Days 
february 2012 by turlough
roxy_palace: Mikey Way and the Quest for the Stone
REC: A very entertaining adventure story loosely based on the film Romancing the Stone (that I haven't seen). It's clever and witty, with lots of humour and the characterisations are hilarious. (2012-01-29)
QUOTE: "I thought you were supposed to be the smart one, Mr. Way," Nally said. "Give me the map your God-forsaken brother sent you, or next time, my aim will be a little..." He waggled his eyebrows. "Lower."
Nally pointed the gun at Mikey's face.
Mikey slowly raised his hands in the air. 'Oh Gerard,' he thought, 'what the hell have you done?'
"You and your brother, so pathetic," Nally sneered advancing on him. "You think you can come down here and take anything you want. El Corazon belongs to me. You understand? ME..."
But he didn't get to finish his dastardly monologue, because one of the screaming monkeys came screaming out of the jungle, swinging on an vine and bowled Nally on his ass, sending his trilby hat flying along with the gun.
Nally's head connected with the side of the bus with a sickening thunk, and then the screaming monkey leapt to its feet and asked Mikey if he was okay.
Only it wasn't a monkey, it was a short tattooed guy in khakis and a Misfits tee shirt. And it wasn't a vine he'd swung in on; it was a bullwhip, an Indiana Jones bullwhip, which the guy was shaking loose from the overhanging branch, coiling up and hanging from his belt. His... Indiana Jones belt.
Mikey raised his eyebrows.
The guy looked at Mikey with an amused smirk. He leant down and picked up the trilby and set it on his own head. Turning to the bus, he checked his new look out in the windscreen. "Huh," he said, apparently pleased with the addition to his outfit.
He turned back to Mikey and raised his eyebrows. "Whadda ya think?" He said with a wink.
Mikey stared. He'd been lost for words before in his life; you didn't grow up with Gerard Way without being stunned into silence on occasion, but this? This was something else. [...]
"Look," Mikey tried to scrabble back a modicum of control from the... cute, little guy who'd just swung in on a frikken bullwhip, kicked a guy's ass and blown smoke in Mikey's face.
Batman and Indiana Jones had been Mikey's go-to jerk off material as a young geek sliding around on the Kinsey scale. He had no defenses and a hell of a frame of reference for that kind of shit.
But still, Gerard! Guns! Maps! *God*.
"I need to get to Cartagena," Mikey barked. "Do you know when the next bus is coming?"
"Dude, this isn't downtown Manhattan," Indiana said, setting his hat at what would commonly be called a rakish angle. Mikey blinked. 'Oh... wow,' he thought stupidly as the guy looked up at him from under the brim.
"There won't be another bus until someone gets up here and fixes this one." Indiana kicked a tire. "Which means there won't be another bus."
Mikey looked along the road. Jesus, this had to be some kind of joke. "He said there'd be another bus," Mikey said, and he absolutely did not bite his lip.
Indiana snorted. "Who? The nice man with the gun?"
Mikey felt his face heat up again. Okay, so Indiana McAsshole was a total jackass, but Mikey had to hold his tongue. So far, he was the only person who could potentially help Mikey. Plus, he had what looked like a scorpion tattooed on his neck. Mikey figured that was Jungle for 'do not fuck with me.'
Mikey had to get to Gerard. If goons like Nally were on to him, then Mikey had to get there. He had to get there fast. (29,020 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/532123 )
author:roxy_palace  fandom:Bandom  activity:brawling  activity:car.chase  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  activity:gun.fights  activity:kidnapping  activity:rescue  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:hostage  concept:quest  concept:violence  occupation:writer  occupation:adventurer  occupation:artist/designer  relationship:brothers  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:rimming  smut:finger.fucking  setting:forest/jungle  geography:US:New.York  geography:South.America:Colombia  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Cobra.Starship  pairing:Frank/Mikey(primary)  pov:Mikey  challenge:2011.Bandom.Stuffs.It  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2011-12  recced:2012-01  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff 
january 2012 by turlough
akamine_chan: The Sharpest Lives (Masterlist)
REC: This is one of my favourite Killjoys series. The way Gerard and Party Poison keep dancing around each other is completely fascinating and I love how even though they're not at all alike, you can still see "our" Gerard in both of them. You can see how he could have ended up as either of them if he'd grown up in that time and place. A completely fascinating and engrossing series. And don't let the fact that so many of these stories are very short fool you. Akamine_chan can pack more punch and more meaning into one paragraph than others do into a whole novel. (2012-08-15) I still love this series madly. It's such a great take on the Killjoys universe and the way Aka writes the push-pull of Party Poison and Gerard's relationship feels so right. I'm completely in love with her Party Poison and his cynical, arrogant asshole act and how he can't stop himself from letting the people he meet affect him. (2012-11-22)
INFO: Masterlist for the Sharpest Lives 'verse on AO3. 32 installments with a total of 39,000 words so far. Not complete. (2015-04-18)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  universe:Sharpest.Lives.verse  band:My.Chemical.Romance  !meta:masterlist  +length:long.20k-50k  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:character.study  !meta:rec:fic  fic:genre:AU  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  universe:Danger.Days 
january 2012 by turlough
xylodemon: I'll Be Your Detonator
REC: Frank and Gerard before a raid. A lovely little Killjoys story. I love the little details and the energy of it. (2012-01-29)
QUOTE: "Is this the place?" Frank shouts, sliding out of the passenger seat. [...]
"Yeah, it is," Gerard replies, his mask waiting on top of his head, bright yellow against the greasy red fall of his hair. He dyed it a couple of nights ago; his hands and jaw are still stained a faint, sickly pink. "Doesn't look like much."
It looks empty, but that doesn't mean anything. If the dracs are in there, they'll kill them. If the dracs aren't, they'll total the place anyway.
The wind kicks up with a low whistle, skirts past the tumbleweed at Frank's hip to spray sand over the toes of his dusty boots. Gerard's hair whips around his face, wreathing it like a ridiculous, dirty halo, and Frank knots his hand in it, pulls Gerard's mouth down to his. (454 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/320516 & http://fandom-stocking.livejournal.com/172841.html?thread=4651305#t4651305 )
author:xylodemon  fandom:Bandom  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:apocalypse  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  concept:violence  things:Trans.Am  occupation:rebel  relationship:established  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-01  recced:2012-01  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  universe:Danger.Days 
january 2012 by turlough
tuesdaysgone: Sometimes I Wanna Wrap My Coat Around You
REC: They all know where Frank goes when the claustrophobia or the sheer fucking winter terror hits him. A lovely little established relationship fic set in a Killjoys universe of nuclear winter. I love the glimpses we get of this world and the way their relationship is written makes me feel all warm and happy. (2011-12-25)
QUOTE: Gerard takes the first aid kit and heads for the cellar. They all know where Frank goes when the claustrophobia or the sheer fucking winter terror hits him. It's a little ironic, really, that he heads straight for the tunnels, but that's not the only thing down here.
Their own cellar is small, piled high with emergency supplies, the entrance to the tunnel system hidden behind a half-wall and a flap of burlap. Gerard grabs a propane lantern and pushes through the doorway. The tunnel network honeycombs the mountain, and it's easy enough to get lost if you don't know where you're going. But Gerard knows exactly where he's going, and it's not far.
The airlock door always freaks Gerard out a bit, but he steps through the first portal and pushes it shut behind him, shedding his parka. He won't need it on the other side of the inner door.
Stepping into Frank's hydroponic greenhouse is an assault on the senses: heat, color, the gurgling of the fishtank, the breeze from the recirculating vents. The contrast from the outside world is ridiculous. The Zones are cycling into a dark season again, so the skywells that open onto the hidden rocky valley near their cabin are wide open, the reflectors pitched to catch every last ray of sunlight. Frank's been tinkering with the generator backup for his electric growlamp system for a week now, but that's not what he's doing now. It's quiet down here except for the hum of the tank pumps, and Gerard can't see Frank at all. (1,590 words)
author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  universe:Yo.Gabba.Gabba  concept:apocalypse  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:violence  concept:nuclear.winter  condition:injury  occupation:rebel  occupation:gardener  things:snow  relationship:established  smut:handjob  smut:blowjob  setting:caves  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2011-12  recced:2011-12  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  universe:Danger.Days 
december 2011 by turlough
ladyfoxxx: untitled Killjoys ficlet
REC: The Tranz Am answers a distress call. A wonderful little glimpse from a Killjoys space AU. (2011-12-18)
QUOTE: "I don't think it's a BL sleeper." Mikey says, droll. The ship is about two decades older than the Tranz Am and from what Gerard can see on the viewer, the hull is a patchwork of mended metal. The chances of it surviving a re-entry look chancy.
"You never know." Gerard says stubbornly. He doesn't glance up at the green mask pinned to the wall with a knife through the eyehole, a reminder not to get caught out again. Trust no one.
"Look," Mikey says, muting the distress signal. "We can out run that piece of shit easy. If they really are in trouble we should try to help."
"You're such a fucking boy scout." Gerard says, but he puts the scrambler on and answers the call.
The image that buzzes into view on the screen is a guy about their age, or older, with a wild mane of frizzy hair. He's not wearing white, and the interior of the ship - what they can see of it - looks as rough and dilapidated as the exterior. (399 words)
(also at http://ladyfoxxx.livejournal.com/62718.html#cutid6 )
author:ladyfoxxx  activity:bartering  beings:kids  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:in.space!  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  condition:illness  occupation:rebel  setting:spaceship/spacestation  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2011-12  recced:2011-12  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  universe:Danger.Days 
december 2011 by turlough
tabula_x_rasa: The One That You Are Looking For
REC: Frank gets silver poisoning, the rest of his pack has to take care of him and protect him. A fun and entertaining read. The forest scenes were particularly nicely written and I loved the wolf cuddling. (2011-11-20)
QUOTE: Frank follows the delicious smell through the woods, with singular focus, moving out of their usual territory. He doesn't even really notice - it's fine, it isn't far. The only other wolves he's ever smelled out here are his pack.
The smell is getting stronger, pulling him along like a siren, a tide, like the moon boiling his blood every month. He sends up a howl, just for the joy of it, to feel it pushing through his throat.
His pack answers, behind him somewhere, and with their voices in his ears he jumps a small stream. The smell is so strong now, promising something delicious and fulfilling and everything he wants (almost). Frank runs through a thick stand of trees, and then there's a soft explosion and the air is full of something, first reminding him of the time he'd crunched up a bird nest, and then, more and more, like he's run into a snowbank.
It's early fall though, and there's no snow anywhere, and Frank sniffs to find out what it is. The shiny dust starts to settle on him, little hot touches, and then more and more, and it's not the sting of snow or sand but fiery needles, hundreds of them, thousands, and Frank has no control over the noise that rips out of his throat.
He backs away, stumbling, but it's too late, the stinging dust is everywhere. He tries to shake it off but it's settled into his coat. His eyes sting and he shuts them but that traps the dust in there and it burns even more fiercely. He howls and whines and falls into the stream. That's better, but now he feels it searing his nose, his throat. He tries to cough but the air feels like dragging claws across a burn, a burn *inside his throat*. [...]
The pain is terrible in a way he's not used to as a wolf. The change is something he associates with being a human, not the wonderful, reckless freedom of wolf. The pain makes him stagger, fall into the water again, but Ray is standing still, ears pricked, body tense, and he's not going into the dust.
Frank lies down in the water and rolls around. It helps, at least on the outside, and he wishes the stream were deeper. Gerard approaches him, cautious, and sniffs Frank over carefully. Gerard growls, deep and furious, and Frank, through the haze of pain, still shivers with fear. (11,780 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/279674 )
author:tabula_x_rasa  fandom:Bandom  activity:transformation.animate  beings:werewolves  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:char.death.minor  concept:supernatural  concept:violence  condition:injury  condition:illness  occupation:artist/designer  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  setting:forest/jungle  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  challenge:2011.Yo.Bro.That's.Sick  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2011-11  recced:2011-11  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
november 2011 by turlough
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