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Go0se: Beasts In Repose
REC: They'd all heard the mansion was haunted, but the curse came as a suprise. This was written for the art I made and it's great. Just the right mix of spooky and serious and funny. (2016-09-18)
QUOTE: "Cell phone service is really fucking shit up in the mountains, huh?" is the first thing that Gerard hears the next morning.
He blinked a bit stupidly at Frankie, who was sitting at the fancily-but-rough-hewn wooden table and grimacing at his phone. "I was trying to call J," Frank explained, glancing up, "Just wanted to tell her we got here alright. That was, uh, about twenty minutes ago." He shook the phone in his hand, like that might help, and then set it down with distaste. "Fucking technology."
"...right," Gerard said, and then made a beeline for the coffee maker.
"Oh sorry, dude," Frank said behind him and sounding very far away. "I forgot you hadn’t caffeinated."
Gerard was focused on locating the can of coffee beans that he'd brought from his mom's house in Jersey. It turned out to be in stashed in the upper cupboard; Ray or Frank must've been re-organizing them. He took off the lid gratefully, inhaled the delicious caffeine smell, and then went ahead and filled up the carafe.
Frank was suddenly at his elbow, tapping on his arm. "Watch out with that, man," he said. "I was drinking some this morning and the taste is all off. It has extra iron deposits, or something."
Gerard paused, then shrugged. "I'll make it extra-strong," he said, "That'll cover anything."
"As long as you put a label on that shit. Your extra-strong is going to kill us all."
Gerard shrugged again, declining to answer that particular line of reasoning. It wasn't his problem if none of his band had the capillary-fortitude to withstand how strongly he brewed his caffeine. Except for Mikey, who'd been drinking with Gerard since Mom had let them try some of her morning brew. Mikey and him could have a coffee-drinking contest if either of them had an active deathwish at the same time one day.
He paused for a second, remembering his dream, and then turned to Frank with a small frown. "Have you seen Mikey yet?"
"It's only ten, he's probably still passed out."
"Right, right." Gerard opened the cupboard again and contemplated the assortment of cups and mugs, selected one, then poured himself some motivation and sat down beside Frank to drink it.
Frank took a bite out of his toast and jam. "So I was thinking about that riff that Ray and I were telling you about the other day," he said, half of the syllables muffled by the bread in his mouth and crumbs getting everywhere. (10,210 words)
author:go0se  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  fic:source:fanart  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  activity:transformation.animate  beings:animals.cats  concept:addiction  concept:music  concept:curse  condition:insomnia  geography:US:Los.Angeles  location:Paramour.Mansion  setting:mansion/palace  relationship:friendship  relationship:brothers  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2016.BBB  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2016-09  recced:2016-09 
october 2016 by turlough
heartofthesunrise: A Million Reasons
REC: Gerard and Ray figuring out how to go from friends to lovers, from the Black Parade tour to Project Revolution. A lovely on-tour story. (2016-09-18)
QUOTE: Gerard shook out a cigarette and put it between his lips, then dug in his pocket for a lighter. He came up empty handed. "Do you have -" he started, but Ray already had one hand in his jeans pocket. He leaned forward and cupped his palm around the tip of Gerard's cigarette to light it. Gerard leaned into the motion and his cheeks hollowed as he breathed in. Ray could see the dusting of summer freckles across Gerard's nose. He turned away and blew a stream of smoke into the mild English sunshine. "You sure?"
"Yeah. I just..." Ray turned away from him. It was hard to look Gerard in the face and talk about your feelings - he was too expressive, and too relentlessly sincere. "You remember when you were ready to quit after the first album?"
"Hold up, you're not ready to quit, right?" Gerard put a hand on Ray's shoulder and squeezed, hard and anxious. "We can't replace you, Ray, you -"
"No! No, I'd never quit. I was just thinking about how, like, it could've stopped there."
"Oh." As quickly as he'd been riled up, Gerard settled again. "It would've, if you hadn't talked sense into me." He leaned on Ray's shoulder. That conversation seemed like lifetimes ago - Ray remembered it like an out-of-body experience, like he was watching a movie about himself trying to convince Gerard to keep the band going, sitting there at Elena's kitchen table. "It didn't, though," Gerard continued. "I asked you to save the world with me and you made good on it."
"I don't think the world's totally safe yet, dude." Ray tilted towards Gerard so that they were propped up against each other. "But I don't think I ever thought about us making it this far. And like... It's Maiden. That means it's real."
Gerard laughed, but in a way where Ray knew he wasn't laughing at him. "Far be it from me to, you know, present you with the realities of your station," he said, gesturing vaguely with the hand holding the cigarette. A whorl of smoke curved around his wrist, then away. "But you're the shredding rock god lead guitarist of a pretty important band. Like, I think it's safe to say you're already some kid's Dave Murray."
Ray blushed and squinted out into the sunshine. "Shit," he said. "Yeah, okay."
Gerard ashed onto the concrete. They were warmed by the sun, and by each other, still leaning together like the uneven sides of a pyramid. "And like you said, the world's not saved yet. You've got to make good on that promise." He tilted his head to face Ray - they were very close. Ray could smell Gerard's sweat, ripe with the overtones of tobacco and stale coffee, making his head swim. Gerard smiled. His sudden and vigorous sincerity was overwhelming.
"I'm a man of my word," he said. He blinked owlishly back at Gerard. "I'm here till you tell me not to be."
Gerard's face shifted, going soft, almost pitying. He pressed forward and Ray twitched in alarm, thinking for a brief and horrifying second that Gerard was going to kiss him. His heart hammered in his chest. As often as he'd thought about it, he had no recourse for the actual thing. Instead, Gerard buried his face in Ray's neck, under the cloud of his hair. "Thank you," he said, muffled. Then, "Let's go kick Iron Maiden's ass." (31,420 words)
author:heartofthesunrise  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  activity:performing  concept:music  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  setting:on.tour  setting:on.break  geography:Europe  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:US:New.York  tour:2007.Project.Revolution  tour:2006-2007.Black.Parade  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Ray(primary)  pov:Ray  pov:Gerard  challenge:2016.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2016-09  recced:2016-09 
october 2016 by turlough
turps: You're Shying Away
REC: Gerard gets lost in his art. A lovely and haunting little story. And I can't decide if the ending is sad or hopeful. (2016-03-13)
QUOTE: I've seen him again.
Fingers flying, Mikey eyes the sketch artist as he sends the text, pushing his phone back into his pocket before he has to see the reply. Not that he needs to, he already knows what it says.
It can't be him. It's not possible.
But it is.
It's been almost a year and Mikey's heart is still broken. Every moment he misses Gerard, but Mikey knows where he is.
No note, no text or messages and an apartment left dirty and abandoned. All Gerard's clothes strewn on the floor and his bed unmade, and everywhere, spilled paint, hardened brushes and torn paper.
Mikey shivers, remembering Gerard's last work, the canvas left on the floor, a painted handprint smeared over a darkened landscape and billowing fog. (1,000 words)
author:turps  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:magical.realism  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:art  relationship:brothers  setting:other.world  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Mikey  pov:Gerard  challenge:2016.PicFor1000  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2016-02  recced:2016-03 
april 2016 by turlough
turps: untitled ficlet
REC: Gerard misses being Mikey's everything and hates that he does. Lovely and completely heartbreaking. Terri is really the queen of comment ficlets! (2016-01-10)
QUOTE: "I'll see you next week, okay," Mikey says, and pulls Gerard into a tight hug, holding on with a kiss to the cheek. It's contact that Gerard seeks out, what he craves, what, at times, he needs more than breathing.
All he wants to do is cling on, skin to skin with his brother, cheek to cheek, hands on his back, their bodies almost as one. Like before: when Gerard finally had what he wanted. (333 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/5803444 )
author:turps  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  relationship:brothers  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2016-01  recced:2016-01 
march 2016 by turlough
akamine_chan: I Lost My Fear of Falling
REC: A beautiful and haunting and completely hearbreaking story where Gerard meets himself from a reality where Mikey committed suicide at the Paramour. (2015-12-20)
QUOTE: "Fuck that shit," the other Gerard snaps. He paws through the clutter on the desk, finds a vial of pills, shakes some out. He washes them down with a swig of vodka from an almost empty bottle. "Fuck off."
Gerard's at a loss. He doesn't know how to handle this otherself. In the past he'd snap right back, use words to cut where it'd hurt the most. But he's not that person anymore, hasn't been for years. "It can't be that bad," he says. "I know it might seem like -"
"Really?" the other Gerard interrupts. "Now that I've finally gotten the balls to do what I shoulda done years ago, you're gonna give me a stupid pep talk about how it gets better and I have so fucking much to live for?" His voice is biting. He stubs out his cigarette and immediately lights another, face turned away. "You're fucking kidding me."
With sudden clarity, Gerard *knows*. This isn't rock bottom, this is what happens when you break past that and *keep falling*. Down into a darkness where the light never, ever reaches. A place where the night is forever and it seems impossible to hang on for one more minute. (1,760 words)
artist:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  concept:alternate.world  concept:doppelganger  concept:suicide  concept:addiction  concept:char.death(past)  relationship:brothers  time:post-band  geography:US:Los.Angeles  geography:US:New.Jersey  location:Paramour.Mansion  location:Way.basement  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-11  recced:2015-12 
january 2016 by turlough
akamine_chan: The Sharpest Lives 'verse Ebook (Sharpest Lives 'verse 1)
REC: Aka has made an ebook for The Sharpest Lives series! With illustrations by josie, hooray! (2015-10-18)
QUOTE: I will try my best to continue creating ebook updates as I write more stories in this 'verse.
It is available in .epub and .mobi format, but be warned, the .mobi format is not as pretty as the .epub.
It contains 34 stories, ~40,045 words, and eight pieces of awesome art.
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:PWP  universe:Sharpest.Lives.verse  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:apocalypse  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  occupation:musician  occupation:rebel  setting:desert  geography:myth:Battery.City  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Party.Poison(primary)  pairing:g3rard/Party.Poison(primary)  pov:Gerard  pov:Party.Poison  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-08  recced:2015-10  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  universe:Danger.Days 
november 2015 by turlough
akamine_chan: Ghost of You (Sharpest Lives 'verse 27)
REC: Día de los Muertos was special out in the Dust. Another installment in The Sharpest Lives series. I managed to miss this when it was posted which makes me very sad because it's wonderful. Poignant and heart catching, and the glimpse we get of Zonerunner culture is so rich and vivid. (2015-10-18)
QUOTE: They got to Forest Lawn just as dusk settled, stealing away the light of day. In the purple-dark sky, there was the faint sparkle of stars that was echoed by the seemingly endless number of candles, lanterns, glowstiks and genny-powered strings of lights that flickered across the landscape, set atop stone monuments, crypts and gravestones, carried in skeletal hands, adorning the walls of tents and temporary shelters.
There was definitely a carnival atmosphere; in the first few minutes they saw stilt-walkers and fire-eaters, jugglers and musicians, most with their faces painted with representations of skulls. There were cloth and canvas tents set up, some selling goods and services, some just a place to rest or make deals.
It was life at its loudest and Poison couldn't stop a smile from stealing across his face.
In its heyday, Forest Lawn had been true to its name, green rolling hills and trees. Since the Bombs, it had been claimed by the Dust, brown and dry. The majority of the statuary and headstones were intact, the trees still standing, but the lush grass was long gone. It should have been desolate and lifeless, but the people who came to celebrate the Día each brought a tiny spark and together they combined to shine brightly, pushing back the darkness.
They spent some c's on candles and found a headstone to call their own. Ghoul set up the candles while Kobra lit them and Jet pulled out the bottle of half-decent alk they'd gotten just for the occasion. (3,360 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  universe:Black.Parade  universe:Sharpest.Lives.verse  beings:ghosts  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:rebellion  concept:apocalypse  concept:supernatural  relationship:established  setting:desert  things:Gerard's.platinum.hair  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Party.Poison(primary)  pov:Party.Poison  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-08  recced:2015-10  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  universe:Danger.Days 
november 2015 by turlough
akamine_chan: Let This World Explode (Sharpest Lives 'verse 31)
REC: It's stupid but Poison can't help feeling self-concious about his shaved head. Another fascinating glimpse from the Sharpest Lives 'verse and Poison & Gerard's relationship. I will never grow tired Aka's take on the Killjoys and the Danger Days universe. (2015-07-12)
QUOTE: "What the fuck happened to you?"
Poison's hand goes up before he can stop himself, rubbing at the dark fuzz on his head. It's stupid, but he can't help feeling self-conscious about it. "Nothing," he mumbles, shoulders hunching. He has to get out of here, before Gerard starts asking questions that he doesn't want to answer. "Gotta jet."
"Wait, Poison -"
He shakes off Gerard's hand, doesn't let himself turn back to look, slams out the door of the Fuck You house and heads back to the diner. It's late, and business has been slow, anyway. (1,050 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  universe:Sharpest.Lives.verse  activity:hair.cutting/dyeing  activity:salvage  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  concept:apocalypse  condition:PTSD  relationship:established  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Party.Poison(primary)  pov:Party.Poison  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-07  recced:2015-07  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
july 2015 by turlough
turps: Burn Ever Bright
REC: When Gerard isn't selected by a dragon he thinks his life is over. But he is wrong, it has only just started. This is an absolutely lovely story. It's sad and aweinspiring, funny and bittersweet. And as usual I love the way Terri writes the Way brothers - their close mental bond and how deeply they love each other. The way she writes this world is also wonderful. It feels very tangible, very real. Gerard's first view of the valley and the dragons will stay with me for a long time. (2015-05-31)
QUOTE: If stepping into the shadow is creepy, the sidestep into the rock is even more so. In a blink nearly all light is gone, and Gerard is all too aware of the rock that surrounds him so completely. The only sound is his own breathing, and Gerard takes careful sidesteps, the tunnel sides narrowing and scraping against his stomach and back on occasions.
Clutching his bag at his side, Gerard takes slow deliberate breaths, reminding himself Frank said it's not actually far, no matter how it seems like Gerard's been inside of this rock forever.
"You're only a few steps away now." Ray's voice is welcome, and Gerard narrows his eyes when he sees light spilling into the tunnel. "Around a corner and you're here."
Gerard quickens his side steps, eager for fresh air as he steps into bright sunshine, and onto a ledge where he can look down into a long and bowled valley - one that's filled with dragons, some awake, some slumbering, and some commanding the air, swooping and roaring, leaving flaring flames and smoke trails behind them.
At first, Gerard thinks that he's dreaming, or hallucinating, because nothing he's experienced in life has prepared him for this. Unlike the neat dragon pens back in the corps, these dragons are spread out and roam free, dozens of them, so many that Gerard doesn't know where to look first.
Some lumber across the valley floor, huge and yet dainty in the way they look around, their brilliant, shimmering scales catching the light. While others seem to be napping, curled up and looking like vast living hills, their wings tucked in and tails stretched out over the rock.
It's the most magnificent thing Gerard's ever seen, like a colourful, amazing fantasy land made real.
"This is another mirage, right?" Gerard says, because no way is this real. It can't be, it's not possible that something so amazing has been tucked away out of sight at the top of this mountain. "Those are dragons. *Big* dragons. Wild dragons."
"They're real, and they've been here for a long while now," Ray says, his hair blowing against his face when one of the bigger dragons stretches its body and flaps red-tipped green wings. (20,000 words)
author:turps  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:character.study  fic:source:fanart  activity:flying  beings:dragons  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:char.death.minor  concept:war  concept:esp:empathy  concept:esp:telepathy  condition:injury  concept:magic  relationship:brothers  relationship:Waycest  relationship:poly  relationship:friendship  smut:blowjob  smut:frottage  smut:groupsex  setting:other.world  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary)  pairing:GSF:My.Chemical.Romance(primary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2015.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-05  recced:2015-05 
june 2015 by turlough
dear_monday: I Think I'll Wait Another Year
REC: Gerard knows Mikey will come back. A lovely little story with wonderful Way brothers interaction. (2015-05-24)
QUOTE: What Gerard doesn't know is exactly what he's waiting for. He visits Mikey's body often and he tries talking to it, sometimes bargaining, sometimes pleading. It doesn't help. For a while, Gerard leaves his front door on the latch and his window ajar at night, hoping. He shivers under the sheets when the cold breeze rakes over his skin, and every morning is another little bereavement when he wakes up alone. Eventually, he starts locking his doors again.
Gerard knows Mikey will come back, but that doesn't make his absence any easier to bear. Gerard feels his heartbeat falter when he sees a stranger with Mikey's eyes, feels his chest constrict when he plays Mikey's favorite song and hears Mikey singing along, as if Gerard's memories have imprinted themselves onto the vinyl. He'd be lying if he said he never thought about following Mikey down, just stepping off the sidewalk into the traffic or filling his stomach with pills. It would be easy. Easier than this, anyway. The only thing that stops him is the thought that Mikey is coming back, and Gerard has to be here when he does.
Gerard knows Mikey will come back. All he has to do is wait. He can do that. (1,260 words)
author:dear_monday  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  beings:zombies  concept:char.death  relationship:brothers  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-05  recced:2015-05 
may 2015 by turlough
akamine_chan: Deflect the System
REC: The man who used to be Fun Ghoul is tied to a chair. He doesn't believe Jet when he explains that Ghoul was captured BLI and brainwashed. This is a wonderful little story. I love how Party Poison is written, how much he loves Ghoul and everything he's willing to do to get him back. I also really like how aware the Killjoys are that what they're doing to get Ghoul back is very similar to what BLI did when they tried to erase him. The myriad shades of grey and the lack of clear lines between right and wrong, Killjoys and BLI, is part of what makes this world feel so real. (2015-05-10)
QUOTE: Poison worries that one day the medtechs will figure out a way to permanently remove memories during reeducation, wipe them completely clean like the sterile white walls in Battery City. He tries not to think about it too much, but it's always in the back of his mind, nibbling away at his sanity like a city-bred rat.
Undoing BLI's reeducation isn't easy, but it can be done. The first step is to let all of the drugs clear Ghoul's system - two weeks of intense detox. It sucks, it fucking *sucks*, but it's the surprisingly easy part of the process. It's a matter of keeping Ghoul restrained (Poison learned that one early on, and still has the scar), and hydrated.
The first few days, the man who was Fun Ghoul passively resists them. He wants to go *home*, back to his clean white living unit in Battery City, away from the dirt and the heat and the dust. The Killjoys scare him, desert terrorist scum that they are, and he's stubborn as fuck, refuses to cooperate with even the simplest of tasks.
He responds to every question with, "Gaffney, Frederick A, ID number 287804876143" like a good little drone.
"Frederick A. Gaffney?" Poison repeats dubiously. "Really?" (1,290 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  activity:detoxing  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:brainwashing  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  condition:amnesia  concept:medication  occupation:rebel  relationship:established  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Fun.Ghoul/Party.Poison(primary)  pov:Party.Poison  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-05  recced:2015-05 
may 2015 by turlough
reading_is_in: Five times Ghoul Didn't let Poison Kiss Him (And One Time He Did)
REC: What it says in the title. A wonderful glimpse of life in the Zones with a great Frank characterisation and a heartbreaking ending. (2015-05-10)
QUOTE: Ghoul sighs. He's uncomfortable. "We all chose this life," he says at last.
"Yeah," whispers Poison. He tilts his face, so that their lips are suddenly very close, and his eyes are liquid. They seem to draw in breath at the same time.
"Stop," Ghoul says.
Poison blinks.
"I wasn't -"
"I know. It's just. Not now, okay? It's not -" It's not time. It's too much. Too much of one kind of feeling and not enough of the other, and Ghoul doesn't understand Poison's motivations.
"Right," Poison blinks, draws back.
They watch the night together. (2,080 words)
(also at http://bandom-meme.dreamwidth.org/19917.html?thread=652493#cmt652493 )
fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  beings:draculoids  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:char.death  concept:rebellion  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-05  recced:2015-05  author:reading_is_in  universe:Danger.Days 
may 2015 by turlough
inlovewithnight: Cryptophase
REC: Mikey remembers Gerard's voice first, before anything else. Another beautiful and thoughtprovoking look at the Way brothers and their relationship. Lovely writing and imagery. (2015-04-12)
QUOTE: "I'm scared."
"It's gonna be great. You're gonna be great."
"And if I'm not?"
"You will be." Gerard slides his hand up to rest on Mikey's chest, just above his heart. "You're here, and you're gonna be great, and the kids are gonna be so excited. You can do this."
"I'm not doing it for the kids."
Gerard's hand thumps lightly against Mikey's chest, tap tap tap, like he's petting Mikey's heart through flesh and bone.
Mikey turns his head and stares at Gerard until his brother meets his eyes. "I'm not doing this for the kids."
"You're doing it for yourself." Gerard nods. "I know."
Mikey sighs and looks up at the ceiling, then closes his eyes again. Yes. He's doing it for himself.
But he's doing it because Gerard asked him to. (1,570 words)
author:inlovewithnight  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  activity:performing  concept:addiction  concept:sobriety  things:memories  relationship:brothers  geography:Asia:Japan  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Gerard.and.the.Hormones  band:Electric.Century  pov:Mikey  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-04  recced:2015-04 
april 2015 by turlough
akamine_chan: Don't Try
REC: Gerard struggles while Mikey is in rehab. A lovely look at the Way brothers and their complicated relationship with life and with each other. Wonderfully hopeful ending. (2015-04-12)
QUOTE: And because she knew him so well, she took in his unwashed hair and rumpled clothes, the slouch of his shoulders and used her words to *cut* through the haze of guilt he'd wrapped around himself. "How much longer are you planning on hiding in here?" She gestured to his desk. "It's not like you're getting anything done."
He felt raw, like every nerve was exposed. "Just leave me alone!"
She narrowed her eyes at him. "You did *not* just yell at me," and her tone had him on the defensive, because he had just yelled, and that wasn't how they did things.
He took a deep breath, trying to be reasonable. "I just need some time to -"
"To what, Gerard? Brood? Blame yourself?"
"I should have -"
"Gerard." She reached out and touched his face. "He's family. We all should have. But we didn't. So now we pick up the pieces, fit them back together, and wait for them to heal."
He wanted to argue that it wasn't that simple, but he didn't have the energy. (1,700 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  activity:performing  concept:addiction  concept:sobriety  relationship:brothers  geography:US:Los.Angeles  geography:Asia:Japan  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Gerard.and.the.Hormones  band:Electric.Century  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-03  recced:2015-04  things:memories  pov:Gerard 
april 2015 by turlough
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
snarkydame: Dreams Like Deadly
REC: The one where Mikey wakes up in a dream and there are dragons. A beautiful story with lovely writing and a wonderfully strange and dreamy atmosphere. I particularly loved how the dragons were written. So vivid you could practically see them. (2015-02-22)
QUOTE: "The roof should be just a few more flights up," he said. "We can get the lay of the land from there."
They went on. Mikey's legs were burning. The amber emergency lights shone steadily, unflinchingly. They glowed off the sweat on the back of Ray's neck, and glinted in his hair.
The door to the roof opened effortlessly. Mikey had to catch at it, panicked, as it swung shut again. He didn't want to be locked on the roof.
Ray handed him a chunk of concrete cinder to stop the door, and the two of them reveled for a moment in the cool air outside the stairwell.
In fact, Mikey thought after a very short while, it was cold.
The oppressive heat rising from the basement had given way to a brisk wind, which smelled of ice, and snow, and winter.
Mikey shivered, and Ray drew closer, leaning against his arm. He was thankful for the warmth.
The sky was pale, a distant, washed out grey. He couldn't see the sun behind the clouds, and there were no shadows.
The building they were on was higher than those around them. Mikey looked over the waist high ledge. The city was still. No taxis, no pedestrians. No murmur of voices or machinery. Not even pigeons, fluttering under ledges.
And then, wings.
They unfolded slowly, almost ponderously, and Mikey felt Ray's hand clench around his wrist. Just below them, across the street on the roof of what looked like a office building, the great white dragon yawned.
It was bigger than the one in the basement, Mikey thought. Its scales were ghostly, its wings transparent as sheets of ice. Its teeth were... Mikey gulped. Its teeth were longer than he was tall.
And there was a brilliantly blue scale, dead center in its massive chest. (2,240 words)
author:snarkydame  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  things:dreams  beings:dragons  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  setting:other.world  time:post-band  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Mikey/Ray(primary)  pov:Mikey  challenge:2015.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-02  recced:2015-02 
march 2015 by turlough
gorgeousnerd: Our Hands Were Just That Close
REC: The first time Gerard lies on the gurney on the Black Parade tour his daemon isn't with him. A fascinating and thoughtprovoking little Daemons AU. I really like the way the daemons are used to show us things about the guys. (2015-02-01)
QUOTE: Gerard and Nadine are never onstage together during the tour. There's a flurry of press at first, and people ask what children will think of such a display and about Gerard's health in bullshit ways, but it dies down as soon as the paparazzi catch Nadine flying around Gerard's shoulders while he's out on a walk. Frank still sees Gerard talk about it with worried fans sometimes after that, but there's less hand wringing overall.
Frank, on the other hand, gets more worried as time passes even though Gerard seems as good as ever. Better, considering how ugly their touring in the Revenge days had been.
He probably wouldn't have started worrying if Mikey hadn't sent Hortense off to get him something from the bus when the band was in the green room on the opposite side of the arena. Up until that moment, the additional range Mikey had gotten before he'd had to leave the Black Parade recording sessions had been something that had become part of the fabric of Mikey, something that niggled at Frank now and then but was mostly a mark of Mikey's survival. Hortense rarely tested their range, though. She usually hung out around Mikey's neck, tail curled on Mikey's chest.
Some kind of trauma is behind Gerard's range, too, but what part? It wasn't Elena; Gerard's decline after that point would have made it impossible to hide from the band.
"It's none of your fucking business," Rizzo reminds Frank when he's picking at a Pop Tart on the bus one morning and worrying about Gerard.
"But what if something's wrong?"
"Then you ask him if he wants to talk about it. But this is between him and his daemon." (1,900 words)
author:gorgeousnerd  fandom:Bandom  fandom:His.Dark.Materials  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:fusion  activity:performing  beings:daemons  condition:mental.illness  concept:addiction  concept:sobriety  relationship:established  relationship:friendship  setting:on.tour  setting:on.break  tour:2006-2007.Black.Parade  time:post-band  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Gerard.and.the.Hormones  band:FrnkIero.and.the.Cellabration  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-02  recced:2015-02 
february 2015 by turlough
teigh_corvus: The Eighth Rest
REC: On the necessity of mid-tour road trips when the majority of the band isn't human. A wonderful little story right on the boundary between magical realism and urban fantasy. It's so nice to get something from this writer again. The settings and atmosphere is so wonderfully vivid and Bob's voice is so clear and distinct. I love the way small details bring the otherwordliness of the guys alive and the interaction between all of them is spot-on. (2015-01-25)
QUOTE: Drone-song of grasshoppers, the voice of heat and summer, fills the car. Bob's not sure where they are at the moment, aside from on a back road, in the middle of the country. The directions to the private preserve are clear and Ray's navigating, so he isn't too worried. Even if Frank's driving. The plan is to vanish into the countryside for an afternoon, maybe sleep out under the stars if the weather holds. They all need the break. The opportunity to slip fur during the day for an extended run, has kindled a slow-burning anticipation in Bob.
Brian hadn't even tried to talk them out of the trip. He'd taken one look at them in the bus lounge - Frank trailing sparks in his wake as he paced, the huddled lump of Ways on the couch - and nodded curtly, phone already in hand. The car had appeared pretty quickly, after that call. Bob suspects Brian had already planned for a day trip. Though it's also possible someone was just looking for an excuse to pawn this junker off on some out-of-towners. It's more bond-o and rust than metal, and there's an ominous rattle when it starts up, but it runs. Barely.
Bob loses the coin toss for both driving and shotgun. He narrows his eyes at Frank and Ray, wondering yet again if their particular affinities include the ability to manipulate metal.
Bob, much to his grumpy dismay, ends up sitting on the hump, a sleepy Way curled up on either side. Lester is a too warm weight on his feet, but Bob doesn't mind that. The dragon is probably worst off, of all of them; he's been stuck in his schnauzer form for most of the last two months. Bob knows that close contact with his horde-folk helps maintain the dog seeming, so he can't begrudge Lester his location, despite the sweaty feet. One thing that this piece of shit car has is legroom, thank god.
It doesn't have a working radio - which sucks - or air conditioning. They just roll down the windows and let the wind whip in. Frankly, Bob likes that better anyway; July's multitude of scents eddies in around them, twining around the familiar scents of his band. It's almost as good as running. (2,010 words)
author:teigh_corvus  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:magical.realism  fic:genre:urban.fantasy  beings:animals.dogs  beings:dragons  beings:shapeshifter  beings:faeries  beings:werewolves  concept:magic  relationship:friendship  setting:road.trip  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  challenge:2014.Bandom.Holidays  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-12  recced:2015-01 
january 2015 by turlough
prophetic: Used
REC: Gerard remembers. I love everything that's not said but is there anyway. Drabbles are wonderful. (2015-01-18)
QUOTE: Gerard remembered... some of it. The two of them collapsed limp on the couch together. Himself giggling nervously - I'm so fucked up right now - and Bert breathing into his hair - Shhh, I know. The feeling, ticklish against his ear, first of Bert's hot breath, then his lips. (100 words)
author:prophetic  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:form:drabble  fic:genre:character.study  things:memories  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Bert/Gerard(past)  pov:Gerard  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-01  recced:2015-01 
january 2015 by turlough
fleurdeliser, ohnoktcsk, tuesdaysgone: Your Heart Turns Out the Lights
REC: The one where Gerard the writer visits Invisible Manor and meet Frank the musician and Grant the mad inventor. Another wonderful story from these writers. So full of companionship and love. I never grow tired of seeing what new and fascinating dance they have thought up for the three characters. The worldbuilding this time is absolutely delightful. I love the manor and its strange inhabitants and steampunk-flavoured technology. And as usual the sex is warm and comforting and scorchingly hot. (2015-01-18)
QUOTE: He has a very mischievous smile. It's... fucking captivating, Jesus. Gerard wasn't expecting that. "Lead on," he says.
As soon as they walk through the main door, Gerard knows that everything the twins had told him about the house was true, and at the same time, that nothing he'd been told could come close to capturing how fucking amazing this place is. A stairway winds up from his left to the second level, tall stained-glass windows let in the diffuse afternoon light, and half the foyer is taken up by a clockwork monstrosity.
"What is it?" Gerard breathes.
"Mostly it's a sculpture," Grant replies. "But it's got a few functional bits too." Gerard's fingers are already itching for his pens. "Now, now, don't stand in the foyer all day." Grant grins. "This way."
He leads Gerard down a hall and through large, ornate double doors and into a massive library.
"Holy shit."
"Thank you," says Grant, obviously pleased at Gerard's reaction. "I've been working on my collection of books twice as long as I've been working on the house; there wasn't much else for a lad like me to do, in Glasgow." Gerard smiles at him, and Grant shrugs easily. "I found my way forward by going backward. Gaslight, steam and gears, paper and ink. I have a lovely music room, it's just this way." When Gerard doesn't follow immediately he laughs. "The library isn't going anywhere."
"I do like music too. I write songs sometimes," Gerard says as he follows.
"A man of many talents, then," Grant replies. He leads Gerard through a small sitting room and then through another doorway, which opens into the promised music room.
Gerard gapes. "Is that a pipe organ?"
"It is. My own design, of course," Grant replies. "It's - somewhat of a favorite." His smile is fond and a bit faraway.
"That's fucking amazing," Gerard says. "I have a feeling everything in this house could be described like that."
"You haven't even seen the upstairs yet," Grant says, smirking. "However," he adds seriously, "follow me and I'll show you the dining room and the kitchen. You'll have full access to the kitchen in between meals, of course, but Vince is an excellent cook. I can attest to that." He pats his stomach, which draws Gerard's eyes to his midsection, and his hand. He's really quite attractive.
Gerard forces his eyes back up to Grant's. "Sounds good," he says.
The kitchen is just as incredible as the rest of the house, in its own way. There are steam-powered appliances and an old fashioned wood-burning stove. "The coffee maker is over here," Grant says, gesturing to a machine that looks nothing like any coffee maker Gerard has ever seen before in his life.
"Oh sweet lord," Gerard blurts.
Grant laughs. "It's not as bad as it looks. Fresh ground beans are always the best, are they not?"
"That's true," Gerard allows.
"And it's all automated, so all you have to do is flip this lever -" Grant points at a tarnished copper switch "- and it will grind the beans, which will drop into the filter, and then hot water will be pumped in from the boiler. Actually, one of my simpler designs." Grant must notice Gerard's look of longing, because he says, "Perhaps a demonstration is in order?" (54,760 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:ohnoktcsk  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:steampunk  activity:cooking  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:art  concept:music  concept:magic  concept:polyamory  occupation:writer  occupation:musician  occupation:inventor  things:comics  setting:mansion/palace  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  smut:handjob  smut:threesome  geography:UK:Scotland  challenge:2015.Poly.BB  +length:long.50k-100k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-01  recced:2015-01 
january 2015 by turlough
gorgeousnerd: First run
REC: Last year was Bandit's first run, this is Cherry and Lily's. A lovely little post-band ficlet. (2014-12-21)
QUOTE: Cherry and Lily are as excited as anyone would guess, circling Frank's paws with little playful nips. Bandit watches them solemnly from behind her father's legs until Gerard nudges her with his head, and then she runs forward to join them. (340 words)
(also at http://gorgeousnerd.dreamwidth.org/1877044.html )
author:gorgeousnerd  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  beings:kids  beings:werewolves  concept:family  concept:band.with.a.twist  time:post-band  geography:US:California  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-12  recced:2014-12 
december 2014 by turlough
akamine_chan: Blood On Your Hands (Sharpest Lives 'verse 8)
REC: Party Poison tries to distract himself. A both hot and sad glimpse from the early days of The Sharpest Lives 'verse. I have so much love for this universe and the way Aka always manages to convey so much with so few words. (2014-12-07)
QUOTE: Tonight, Poison has no patience, he's got nothing but hot anger pounding through his blood, and he's almost choking on it. He tears open the packet of slick he'd pulled from his pocket and dribbles some into his hand. He not careful at all, rubbing at the guy's asshole before pushing in fast with a pair of crossed fingers.
"M'name's Cam," the dude huffs out, squirming back against Poison's hand, and he wonders what he's been muttering under his breath. Cam is tight, and Poison's dick is so fucking hard, he needs this bad. Needs to forget. He leans forward and bites the back of the dude's neck, ignoring the tickle of Cam's green-dyed hair against his face.
Something's off, and it takes him a minute to realize that Cam doesn't smell right, there's no familiar coffeesmokesweat scent. It's like a splash of cold water in his face, it dulls his arousal and distracts him, but then Cam wriggles and moans. "C'mon, baby, want you." (963 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:PWP  fic:genre:character.study  universe:Sharpest.Lives.verse  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:addiction  smut:fucking  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Party.Poison(secondary)  pov:Party.Poison  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-11  recced:2014-12  pairing:Party.Poison/OC(primary)  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  universe:Danger.Days 
december 2014 by turlough
inlovewithnight: Like Strangers Laugh
REC: Gerard doesn't even know if Mikey will want to see him after rehab. A lovingly written, devastating but ultimately hopeful glimpse of the Way brothers. (2014-12-07)
QUOTE: "Gerard." Her voice was sharp, and he bit his tongue, waiting. "He needs to see you. Swallow your pride and do this."
"It's not pride." 'I'm scared,' he thought at her, willing it to cross the cell-phone signal, all the way across the country. 'I'm so fucking scared.'
"Swallow it anyway. Just pick him up. Tomorrow at four."
So he went to the airport. He drove anxious laps around the pick-up zone, squinting at the bodies leaving the terminal, trying to find Mikey's hunched and angled form. He had always thought he could recognize Mikey anywhere, from any distance. Now he wasn't sure. (970 words)
author:inlovewithnight  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  concept:addiction  concept:sobriety  relationship:brothers  time:post-band  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-12  recced:2014-12 
december 2014 by turlough
inlovewithnight: Brother If You Have a Chance To Pick Me Up
REC: Gerard looked so good in his Bowie drag, Mikey kind of didn't know what to do with himself. A beautiful glimpse of the Way brothers post-band. inlovewithnight is so good at writing the Ways and their complicated relationship. (2014-11-16)
QUOTE: "Oh shit." Gerard was off and running and Mikey zoned out, letting his brother's voice wash around him while his eyes wandered up and down the lines of Gerard's body, the lines of the suit wrapped around it, the lines and angles and punctuation made by his movements and gestures. The shoes made him glide like he was dancing. The presence of... something; the collar on the shirt? The tie? The jacket lapels? Something about it made him present knees and elbows with every step and wave of his arm.
With Gerard, the package always affected the contents. Mikey could flash back through them one by one: the aggression of Party Poison, the exaggerated carefulness of the Patient, the falling-star recklessness of the nameless Revenge caricatures. Between and behind them, the guy who was his brother, the one his skin and his heart recognized as 'part-of-us' even when he closed his eyes.
Some things never changed.
Gerard produced his wallet with a flourish. "It's on me."
"What am I going to owe you for that?"
Gerard smirked and handed his credit card over with a snap of his wrist. "An hour of hard labor."
Mikey smiled and it didn't even ache. Some things changed when no one was looking. (1,900 words)
author:inlovewithnight  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:PWP  activity:photography  things:memories  relationship:brothers  relationship:Waycest  smut:blowjob  smut:vehicle.sex  time:post-band  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary)  pov:Mikey  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-09  recced:2014-11 
november 2014 by turlough
akamine_chan: Won't Stop Breathing
REC: If they could just have stayed in Battery City one more year. A heartbreaking and lovely glimpse of the Way brothers. (2014-11-16)
QUOTE: "Hey."
Kobra startles out of his reverie, looking at Poison's reflection in the mirror. "Hey."
Poison sets a bottle of pills on the edge of the sink, stark white BLI/ind label, HRT (MALE) written in bold black letters. "Thanks." Kobra opens the bottle and dry swallows a pastel pill. Poison's still watching him in the mirror, face uncharacteristically serious. "What?"
Poison shakes his head, red hair obscuring one eye. "Nothing."
Kobra waits; he knows Poison has something to say.
Poison's shoulders droop, and he sighs, like he knows that Kobra is going to wait him out. Poison is stubborn, but he has *nothing* on Kobra.
"Just." He won't meet Kobra's eyes in the mirror, so Kobra turns around to look at him. (849 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  concept:transgender  relationship:brothers  things:memories  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Kobra.Kid  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-11  recced:2014-11  universe:Danger.Days 
november 2014 by turlough
akamine_chan; Twisting Fate
REC: A sweet little story about Frank's first meeting with My Chem and Gerard, his soulmate. (2014-11-16)
QUOTE: "Oh, hey, Mikeyway. Long time no see," he says after literally bumping into Mikey, who's huddled next to the singer. Frank takes a pointy elbow to the ribs, but that's okay. "Didn't know you were in a new band." Mikey's like Frank, he's been in a billion different bands over the years. Mikey'd even tried out for Pencey, once.
"Yeah, with my brother," Mikey says, pulling the singer closer. "Frank, Hambone, Gerard, my brother." Mikey looks proud. "We always talked about starting a band someday, and we finally did."
"Hey," Hambone says casually, before turning away to talk to someone else.
Frank sighs, because Hambone's been such a tool lately. "Hey," Frank offers, extending his hand to Gerard. Gerard reaches out to shake and when their hands touch, something happens.
It's almost like drowning, sinking down into cool water, where everything's still and quiet. He feels calm and relaxed, like dying and being reborn at the same time. His entire being slows, stills, the very atoms and molecules winding down to stop.
Gerard's eyes widen in surprise. The universe pauses, holds its breath, and the moment stretches out. (2,060 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff  fic:genre:character.study  activity:performing  concept:mindmeld/soulbond  setting:bar/club  time:pre-band  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-09  recced:2014-11 
november 2014 by turlough
akamine_chan: Misery You Choose
REC: Frank and Gerard talks on the phone. A lovely little story. (2014-11-16)
QUOTE: In the past, when Frank got like this, Gerard would wrap him up in a hug. Frank would press his face against Gerard's neck, inhaling the scent of him, sweat and smoke. "Miss you."
Gerard makes a soft sound. "You know what I would do if I was there, don't you?" His voice is so soft and quiet, like he's telling Frank something secret. "I would pull you into a hug, and remind you that we're doing this because we love this, playing music, talking to the kids... it's what we were born to do."
Frank closes his eyes and just listens to Gerard's voice. (396 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  concept:family  relationship:friendship  setting:on.tour  time:post-band  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:FrnkIero.and.the.Cellabration  pov:Frank  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-10  recced:2014-11 
november 2014 by turlough
dear_monday: Séance Weather
REC: It all began with the worst storm in fifty years. An Addams Family fusion where 10-year-old Frank makes friends with the Way brothers and embraces the dark side. This is an absolutely delightful story. Kid!Frank is such a joy to read and I love the way he bonds with the Ways. Their escapades was so much fun to read. I lauged out loud several times. It isn't all funny hijinx, there are sad and bittersweet things too, but mostly it's a wonderfully happymaking story, full of warmth and friendship. (2014-11-02) This is an absolutely delightful story. My Chemical Romance and the Addams Family is such a great match, both in aestethics and atmosphere, and the Way brothers are perfect as the Addams children. And Mama Way as Morticia is just wonderful. Kid!Frank is a total joy and I love the way he bonds with the Ways. Their escapades is so much fun to read and made me laugh out loud several times. The story isn't all funny hijinx, there are sad and bittersweet things too, but most of all it's a wonderfully happymaking story, full of warmth and friendship. (2014-12-05)
QUOTE: "Is your house haunted?" asks Frank, as they make their way up the long driveway towards it. House, he thinks, is something of an understatement. It sits on the top of the hill, a little way back from the rest of the town, haughty and dark and forbidding. He's seen it before, always from a distance, and he'd thought it was deserted. Frank has never heard anyone talk about the place, and no one seems to know who - if anyone - lives there.
It's the coolest house Frank has ever seen. It has turrets, which he covets immediately. His house doesn't have turrets. Or a circular tower room, or an overgrown, thorny sprawl of a front yard, or wrought-iron fencing warped with age and twice as tall as he is.
He's going to be really, *really* disappointed if Gerard and Mikey's house isn't haunted. Gerard turns back to look at him pityingly.
"*Obviously*," Gerard says. "Isn't yours?"
"No," says Frank sadly. "Not even a little bit." They've never had so much as a door that opens or closes by itself, let alone phantom shadows on the walls, and if anything is ever where it shouldn't be then Frank will know about it because it's invariably his fault. He's spent hours and hours on gloomy afternoons like this one searching from the basement to the rafters for some sign of the supernatural, or at the very least some ominous evidence of a gruesome past, but by now he's pretty much accepted that the house is exactly what it seems, nothing more and nothing less: a house. It's a real disappointment.
"Really?" asks Mikey, as he dodges a low-hanging branch that nearly takes Frank's eye out and drenches him even more thoroughly with accumulated rain in the process. "Not even a poltergeist or anything? Gee, remember that year when we had three of them in the attic and uncle Montgomery's ghost in that bedroom and, and -"
"Cousin Ermintrude in the drawing room," finishes Gerard, stepping over something that Frank thinks might be a bear trap without even looking down. "That was annoying. Just because she was only eight when she died didn't mean she had to take it out on me. It wasn't *my* fault she tried to curse me for experimenting on her stupid toad," he says petulantly, then rather steps on his own point by adding, "Anyway, it wouldn't leave me alone. It kept getting slime all over my drawings." He's glowering, and Frank does his best to feel menaced. It's not like Gerard seems particularly upset or anything, but Frank's not sure whether or not it's okay to tell someone that being haunted by their dead relatives sounds kind of awesome.
"Anyway," says Gerard casually, as he lifts the heavy-looking brass door-knocker (shaped like a wolf's head, Frank is almost sure) and releases it, letting it drop back against the imposing, ominously stained front door with a bang so loud Frank starts a little. The door creaks open apparently of its own accord with a noise like... well, Frank can't help thinking, a noise like a dying toad. "Come in, Frank."
It doesn't cross Frank's mind for so much as a moment that he should leave now. (20,510 words)
author:dear_monday  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Addams.Family  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fusion  fic:genre:character.study  beings:kids  beings:ghosts  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:family  concept:magic  concept:supernatural  condition:illness  occupation:student.elementary.school  relationship:friendship  things:storm  setting:elementary.school  setting:mansion/palace  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-10  recced:2014-11  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
november 2014 by turlough
akamine_chan: Firecracker Wishes
REC: Gerard before the show at Reading. This is wonderful. I love this Gerard with all his neuroses and how much he loves his family and his friends. And the phone call from Frank is perfection! (2014-09-14)
QUOTE: Gerard looks at himself in the mirror and fiddles with his hair, which only makes things worse. "Fuck," he mutters to himself, and uses his fingers to try to make it look less stupid. He gives up after a few minutes and just shakes his head vigorously.
He hates waiting. He bounces on his feet a few times, puts on his sunglasses, takes them off, puts them back on. His hands are tingling and he's pretty sure he's going to forget the words to at least one of the songs. He thinks about drinking some water, but he knows that he'll end up needed to piss in the middle of his set and - no, not doing that.
His phone chirps and he snatches it up, happy for the distraction.
'break a leg proud of you'
He smiles, and he knows it's a bit wobbly, but he doesn't care. Ray knows how nervous Gerard is about this, they talked about it a couple of weeks ago, and Ray is the best friend ever.
He misses his band. (1,000 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  condition:stagefright  things:Twitter  relationship:friendship  time:post-band  geography:UK  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-09  recced:2014-09 
september 2014 by turlough
dear_monday: Something Wicked This Way Comes
REC: Strange things are starting to happen, something is coming and hunters and monsters alike are running scared. So Gerard and Mikey pack up their secrets and their nightmares and set out searching for answers. This is an absolutely fantastic story but I'm afraid that I totally lack words to describe exactly how much and why right now. I can just say that I was completely captivated by the living, breathing culture dear_monday have created out of the hunter culture from SPN, New Orleans voodoo, and Lovecraftian horrors. That the Gerard characterisation and the Way brothers relationship were absolute perfection and so were the rest of the characters. And that the atmosphere and settings were all incredibly vivid and engaging. I wanted to go on reading it forever. It's the best story I've read in a long, long time. (2014-09-07) This is an absolutely fantastic story and though I've now read it two times and had plenty of time to come up with something I still pretty much lack words for how wonderful I found it. I was completely captivated by the living, breathing culture dear_monday have created out of the hunter culture from SPN, New Orleans voodoo, and Lovecraftian horrors. The Gerard characterisation and the Way brothers relationship were absolute perfection and so were the rest of the characters. And the atmosphere and settings were all incredibly vivid and engaging. It's the kind of story I just want to roll around and in keep reading forever. (2014-12-11)
QUOTE: Gerard jumps slightly, and looks over to see Ray cautiously poking his head around the door.
"Mm? Oh, yeah. Sorry about that," he says, slightly sheepishly. He feels wrung out now, drained.
Ray shrugs affably, and walks around the table to take a seat opposite Gerard. Under his arm is a leatherbound book the size of a paving slab, and he lays it down with a heavy thump.
"It's all this shit going on," Gerard says, continuing to peel the label off his bottle. It's still almost full, lukewarm and unappetizing now. He drinks some anyway, just for the sake of something to do with his hands. "It's getting to me."
"It's getting to everyone," Ray says absently, heaving the book open. The pages are covered in rows upon rows of dense black glyphs that don't form words in any language Gerard knows, printed on thick, creamy vellum. "Someone should go see the Prophet," adds Ray, looking up at Gerard. Gerard's mouth twitches in the slightest of involuntary grimaces.
"Yeah," he says. "I guess he might..." Gerard trails off, not liking the look in Ray's good eye one bit. "Oh no," he says. "Oh, *hell* no. There is absolutely *no way*."
Ray raises one eyebrow, and returns his attention to the delicately yellowed pages of the enormous tome currently taking up almost half of the kitchen table. Gerard pushes his chair back, its legs scraping loudly on the cracked tiles, and crosses his arms defiantly.
"I am not asking that... that..." Gerard struggles for a suitable curse word to demonstrate the strength of his feelings. "I'm not asking *him* for help," he growls eventually, his lip curling.
Ray ignores him, and carefully turns another page.
"Ray," whines Gerard, leaning forwards and settling his elbows on the table. "Come on, you know I can't do that."
"Oh? Why not?" Ray asks in a maddeningly serene voice, still not looking up.
"Because," Gerard grits out, "He's a creepy, slippery son of a bitch with an ego the size of Mexico, that's why not."
"In other words, because you don't like him." Ray turns back a page and makes a brief note in a nearby pad.
"No, because he's an *asshole*," mutters Gerard, scowling. He pushes his beer away from him in protest, then changes his mind and picks it up again, glaring at Ray over the lip of the bottle. "I'm not going."
Ray exhales slowly, and Gerard can almost hear him slowly counting to ten in his head. Then he looks up, pinning Gerard with an earnest look and tucking a stray curl of hair behind his ear. "Well, someone has to, and it might as well be you. I don't know why you're making it so difficult. He likes you, you know."
"No," Gerard corrects him, through gritted teeth, "He likes *Mikey*."
"Yeah, but surely -"
"Someone say my name?" Mikey ambles back into the sunlit kitchen, tousle-haired, clean-shaven and unusually fresh-smelling, and pours himself languidly into a seat.
"Ray is... suggesting that we go to see the Prophet," Gerard says, pronouncing the last word as if it's something nasty he's just thrown up, and trying furiously to telegraph 'and I would rather deep fry my face' to Mikey. His problem isn't with Mikey being liked, his problem is with Mikey being liked by... *him*. Something happens to the hunters that the Prophet takes a shine to. It's as if he has some sort of strange gravity that draws them into his orbit, and once they're there, they never seem to want to leave. Gerard doesn't know how he does it, if it's brainwashing or mind control or drugs in the food and drink he plies his guests with, but if it happened to Mikey, Gerard would never forgive himself. He can't imagine travelling the east coast's highways and hunting down its monsters without Mikey at his side. He doesn't think he could do it. Come to that, he isn't at all sure he'd even know how. Rumor has it that the Prophet has recently acquired another of Mikey's kind, a boy called William who sometimes knows things he shouldn't and still has dim memories of another world. Maybe the Prophet is collecting them, like exotic pets or particularly fine specimens of butterfly. Gerard suppresses a shudder.
"Oh, are we going to Nevada?" says Mikey vaguely, stretching like a cat. "That'd be cool, we haven't seen him in a while."
"I know," Gerard says, darkly. "It's been real nice."
"We should go," says Mikey, yawning again, apparently completely oblivious to Gerard's evil eye.
"Mikey..." Gerard says pleadingly.
Mikey blinks owlishly at him. "You don't have to come with me," he says. "I don't mind, I'll go by myself if you don't wanna."
"Oh, like hell you will," growls Gerard, instantly switching gears. "Fine. Fine. Let's go. See if I care."
Mikey smirks like it's going out of style. (60,530 words)
author:dear_monday  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:urban.fantasy  fic:genre:horror  fic:genre:action/adventure  activity:drinking  activity:killing/murder  beings:Grant.Morrison  beings:zombies  beings:vampires  beings:changelings  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:char.death.minor  concept:magic  concept:supernatural  concept:violence  condition:PTSD  concept:family  concept:quest  occupation:supernatural.investigator  things:Trans.Am  relationship:brothers  smut:frottage  smut:fucking  smut:blowjob  smut:rough.sex  smut:public.sex  setting:bar/club  setting:café/diner/restaurant  setting:forest/jungle  setting:road.trip  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:US:Louisiana  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  band:Leathermouth  band:The.Used  pairing:Bert/Gerard(past)  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2014.BBB  +length:long.50k-100k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-09  recced:2014-09  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
september 2014 by turlough
fleurdeliser & ohnoktcsk & tuesdaysgone: The Way of the Voice
REC: Gerard is one of the finest skalds in the kingdom, but when he finds himself the target of a very nasty curse his whole life is thrown into chaos. Desperate to break the curse Gerard seeks help from the kingdom's most powerful mage and his enchanting assistant. This is a delightful story. I love the warm, domestic atmosphere and the way Gerard fits into Frank and Grant's lives like there's a space there that's just been waiting for him to fill it. The way magic and music and ordinary, everyday life interwines all through the story makes it a joy to read. It will definitely go on my list of stories to read when I'm feeling down. (2014-09-07)
QUOTE: "He is excellent at his job," Grant said. "And yes, we'll need to employ other methods regardless. There is one more scrying spell I can try that may reveal something different, but I can already tell it won't be enough."
"Nyota's third?" Frank asked. Grant nodded. "I'll get the salt," Frank said, getting up.
Grant moved to the part of the room they used for casting circles and started gathering candles. He glanced back at Gerard, who remained seated. He wasn't still, though. His eyes were darting around him, taking in the room. He'd seen it the day before, but things had been moved around. His hands were moving, worrying the hem of his sleeve, folding in his lap, resting on his knees.
Grant could understand Gerard's unease with silence just now. Happily, he could do something about that. "Nyota's third incantation is a bit unusual, for a scrying spell," he told Gerard. "What makes it unusual, Frank?"
"'M not your apprentice anymore," Frank grumbled, but he added, "It uses different pathways."
"It's a spoken-word, or rather, sung, incantation. I believe in this case it might prove more effective," Grant explained. He knelt with a piece of chalk and drew the circle. Frank returned and started arranging the rest of the materials. Gerard's eyes darted between them both. He clearly found the process utterly fascinating.
"The circle directs the spell," Grant explained. "It gives the words somewhere to go."
Gerard gestured between them. "Who does the spell?" Frank asked.
"You should," Grant said to Frank. "You haven't had that many opportunities to do this one, as I recall."
Frank nodded. "Okay. Gerard, can you come over here? We both need to kneel in the middle of the circle. Grant will finish the preparations. Then I'll start the incantation." Gerard nodded and got on his knees in the circle. Frank knelt opposite him. "I'm going to need to put my hands on your shoulders," Frank said.
Gerard nodded, mouthing an 'okay'. Grant finished his preparations, setting the little bundles of ingredients at three points on the circle's circumference. Then he sat back and watched Frank.
Frank whispered to Gerard, "Close your eyes." Gerard closed his eyes and Frank started the incantation. His voice was scratchy and rough at first, but as he kept going, his tone evened out. Grant always forgot how well Frank could sing.
Gerard's eyes were still closed, but his expression had changed. He looked... sad. Immensely so. Frank's voice wavered minutely. He saw it too. Grant watched his hands move, cupping Gerard's skull, thumbs circling just under his ears.
Grant watched Gerard breathe in through his nose and saw his Adam's apple move as he swallowed. Frank kept singing. The circle flared with light, little sparks dancing up into the air as Frank sang the spell to its conclusion.
Neither he nor Gerard moved, so Grant did. "It worked," he murmured to Frank. "Look at the sigils." (62,440 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:ohnoktcsk  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  activity:cooking  activity:performing  beings:dwarves  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:magic  concept:music  concept:curse  occupation:musician  occupation:wizard/witch  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  relationship:poly  smut:threesome  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  smut:fucking  setting:other.world  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pov:Gerard  pov:Frank  pov:Grant.Morrison  challenge:2014.BBB  +length:long.50k-100k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-09  recced:2014-09  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
september 2014 by turlough
rubytuesday5681: You Can Trust Me
REC: They only made out once. It shouldn't be a big deal but Frank can't get Gerard out of is mind. A nice sequel to 'Mikey Way's Annoying Older Brother'. Frank feels very believable as a young teenager. (2014-08-17)
QUOTE: The thing is, he just can't get it out of his mind - the whole making out with Gerard thing. At first he was willing to give himself a break because that was a totally hot and heavy make out session, more intense than anything he's ever done before. In fact, if Ray hadn't called when he did and interrupted them, Frank has no idea how far it might have gone. He can't be certain, but it totally felt like Gerard was about to move his hand from Frank's back to his ass just before the phone rang.
Fucking Ray. Totally not his fault, but still.
So yeah, perfectly reasonable that Frank basically rubbed his dick raw jerking off to thoughts of Gerard for a few days after that. Frank is fourteen and horny and apparently a stud because he hooked up with a *college* dude.
But it was *Gerard*. And ever since the "incident" (as Frank has taken to calling it in his mind) Gerard's been acting totally normal - like nothing even happened. And that's fine. It's totally fine because Gerard was drunk and maybe doesn't even remember and he's way too old for Frank anyway and Frank doesn't even *like* Gerard. In fact, he actively *dislikes* Gerard because he doesn't shower and his hair is always greasy and once he starts talking about something political he never shuts up.
And Frank was doing just fine not thinking about Gerard tonight. He was. He had fun playing board games with the kids and made up a bedtime story for them about farts. It was hilarious. But then after they went to sleep he was bored and started flipping through TV channels and of course there was some stupid romcom on with people making out all over the place and now Frank's sitting here like a total lunatic touching his lips and trying to remember why it was so cool to feel Gerard's teeth with his tongue. (3,570 words)
author:rubytuesday5681  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  fic:genre:character.study  beings:teenagers  occupation:student.high.school  occupation:student.college  relationship:UST  things:memories  location:Way.basement  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2014.Pod_Together  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-08  recced:2014-08 
august 2014 by turlough
ermengarde: Frank Is Not A Purple People Eater
REC: Can't a monster just be a fucking monster without having to feel like they're letting everyone down by not being a rotting zombie, too? A totally delightful little ficlet about Frank and the weirdness of the Way brothers. (2014-08-17)
QUOTE:Gerard is so earnest about everyone being beautiful and differences being important, and not conforming to stereotypes and undead rights and all of that shit and fuck... it's the only time in his entirely life that Frank hasn't felt the need to hide his red fur patches and the fact that his favorite food is moss, and all that kind of thing, but he also spends at least 30% of his time feeling guilty that he isn't undead and that he can't appreciate Gerard campaigning for his rights, and that he isn't repulsive and oozy (in his vainer moments Frank's pretty sure he's kinda good looking, actually, even by society's fucked up normative ideal...). It SUCKS.
...Obviously it doesn't suck TOO hard, after all it would be fucking difficult to be vegetarian if he had to live on brains or eat children, but... Why can't he be in a band with normal people who'd be grateful that Frankie looks mostly human? (506 words)
(also at http://bandom-meme.dreamwidth.org/17301.html?thread=589461#cmt589461 )
author:ermengarde  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:fluff  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:urban.fantasy  beings:trolls  relationship:friendship  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-08  recced:2014-08 
august 2014 by turlough
keeprunning: The Weekend Pancake Report
REC: An alternative take on the breakup of the band. A very nice read. Maybe a little sentimental and it could do with some copyediting but the Frank characterisation is great and I really liked the vivid writing. (2014-08-03)
QUOTE: [S]omewhere along the way, on stage kisses turned into kisses off stage in back hallways and hotel rooms and vans and before he really recognized what was happening, Frank found himself in real and actual love with Gerard. And the bitch of it was - is - that Frank *knows* Gerard feels it too, and right in this moment he can watch him punking out all over his face. It's fucking classic Gerard, and it makes Frank to kiss him and kick him in equal parts.
"You know what, Gerard? Fuck you," Gerard recoils like he's been slapped, and the reaction adds flame to Frank's fury. "*Fuck*. *You*. I'm in love with you, and I have *been in love* with you. For Christ's sake - I loved you when you were a nobody fuck-up from their mom's basement in Jersey and a fucking alcoholic, coke-head asshole. I loved you when you scrapped an entire album I poured my guts into and when I had to stay up all night so you wouldn't *kill yourself* and when you had the flu - Gerard, I held the fucking *bucket for you* in the back of the van all the way to Minnesota. I have washed puke from your *hair* -"
Frank's throat constricts, and whatever he was going to say next chokes off. Frank heaves a huge breath that scrapes at his lungs, and shakes his head. "I do everything for you, Gee, and I throw everything else away. You shit all over me, and I do it. And you have the balls to stand here and tell me I love a motherfucking *idea*? Well, here's some news, Gee:
"The idea of you? *Is not so fucking beautiful.*"
Gerard says nothing. That's the worst part. He just stands there with his palms splayed open in front of him, like he's done it in surprise and gotten stuck there. Everyone is frozen and looking for all the word like they're waiting for a fade to black so they can move into the next scene, but the electrical on the bus has always been pretty damn good. it's Ray who breaks the silence.
"Okay, that's enough," he says, and he's trying to be stern with them but Ray's never had that dad poker-face, and it comes out a lot more pleading than threatening.
The laugh is barking out of Frank before he realizes that it's coming from him. It sounds crazy and sad and he hadn't felt like crying before, but now he really, really does.
"It's not enough, though," he says, "That's the whole fucking point." (9,950 words)
author:keeprunning  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  activity:drinking  concept:music  concept:solo.career  setting:on.tour  time:the.breakup  time:post-band  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Frank/Jamia(past)  pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(past)  pov:Frank  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-08  recced:2014-08 
august 2014 by turlough
mournful_optimist: Tonight
REC: Gerard hadn't even been sober for two months when the first bombs fell, completely obliterating New Jersey and New York. At least he still has Mikey and their soulbond. But nothing lasts forever, not even brotherhood. You would think that there wouldn't be anything new to say in the Killjoys universe but you would be completely wrong. This story is proof positive of that. It's a wonderful story about memory and identity, loss and grief and love. I absolutely love the way Gerard and Mikey's soulbond is written. It's so distinct and unusual. And the role their bond plays when they get Mikey back from BL/Ind is fascinating. Gerard's grief and confusion and love during this period is heartbreaking to read. Something else I really liked is how clear it is that what they've seen and done during the years since the first bombs fell has changed everyone in the band and has also changed the way they relate. I always like stories where the friendship between all the guys is just as important as the romance and this story definitely delivers on that. In fact the only thing I can think of in this story that I don't like, is all the glimpses we get of things that are just begging to be followed up and made into their own stories. Which isn't so much a complaint as a wish to read more in this universe :-) If you like Killjoys fic you must definitely try this one out. (2014-07-27) You would think that there wouldn't be anything new to say in the Killjoys universe but you would be completely wrong. This story is proof positive of that. It's a wonderful story about memory and identity, loss and grief and love. If you like Danger Days stories you must definitely give this one a try! The way Gerard and Mikey's soulbond is written is so distinct and unusual. I love how differently they experience it. That it's not the same for both of them makes it more real somehow. And the role their bond plays when they get Mikey back from BL/Ind is fascinating. The interplay between their soulbond and Mikey's amnesia and the way their relationship changes beyond all recognition is a fantastic read. And Gerard's grief and confusion and love during this period is heartbreaking. Something else I really liked is how clear it is that what they've seen and done during the years since the first bombs fell has changed everyone in the band and the way they relate. I also loved that the friendship between all the guys in the band is just as important as Gerard and Mikey's struggles with their changing relationship. Ray and Gerard's friendship is a thing of love and the talk towards the end between Gerard and Frank is stark and revealing and utterly fantastic. (2014-08-31)
QUOTE: A sudden high screech of violin makes Gerard's breath catch. It stings deep down in his mind, but it's barely a surprise at this point. Mikey's agony flickers in and out at random intervals these days. There's nothing Gerard can do except try not to make it worse, which means pushing down his own emotions. The rage frightens Mikey, but it's automatic - BL/ind is torturing Gerard's brother. It's funny how Gerard used to think he understood *revenge*. He hadn't even grasped the concept back then.
"Please tell me that's not his only copy," begs a voice from behind him.
Gerard turns. It's just DecayDance, looming even though he's a short fucker. In the background, Dr. D is leading Stereo Nova into the inner office, the two of them conversing in low secret murmurs.
"Come on, don't tell me you don't like that album," Decay insists.
Gerard looks down. He's holding a scratched-to-shit copy of The White Album. He sets it aside. "Two pristine copies in the vault," he answers blankly. He doesn't hate Decay, but the dude can be taxing at the best of times, and Gerard's concentration is split. Most of his mind is busy with Mikey.
Unfortunately Decay doesn't take the hint, squatting down a few feet away with a jaunty, "Fancy meeting you here." The real problem is, Gerard and Decay already have an understanding between them, and Gerard can't be too much of an asshole if he isn't prepared to break the truce and face the consequences. Allies are difficult to come by lately with Korse always tracking them, and Decay is well-connected and almost universally liked, which makes him valuable to know.
It's always messy to meet someone in the 'zones that you knew before the war. DecayDance leads the Youngbloods, and Party Poison has to deal with him when the two crews cross paths. Gerard wishes Pete Wentz had less distinctive eyes, or he wouldn't have known who was underneath the disguise of wild black dreads and thick beard, and they wouldn't have this awkwardness, this *I know who you are* tension.
Gerard tosses his head to get his filthy red hair out of his eyes. "What do you want, Decay?" Best to set the terms at the beginning.
"Heard you're looking for information. I might have a line on something," Decay says.
His heart pounds. Anything would help, it's been so long. But Gerard keeps a neutral expression. "Might?"
Decay shuffles closer, too close for Gerard's comfort, but more private. Even in safe places, you can't be too careful, and Gerard can respect that. (31,480 words)
author:mournful_optimist  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:character.study  activity:gun.fights  activity:hacking  activity:kidnapping  activity:rescue  activity:performing  beings:draculoids  beings:kids  concept:apocalypse  concept:brainwashing  concept:dystopia  concept:mindmeld/soulbond  concept:music  concept:rebellion  concept:sobriety  concept:torture  concept:violence  concept:war  condition:amnesia  condition:injury  condition:PTSD  geography:US:California  occupation:rebel  relationship:friendship  relationship:brothers  relationship:Waycest  relationship:UST  setting:desert  setting:on.tour  smut:fucking  smut:handjob  things:Trans.Am  time:pre-band  time:early.days  things:tattoos  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  band:Panic.at.the.Disco  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary)  pairing:Ray/Show.Pony(secondary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2014.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-07  recced:2014-07  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  universe:Danger.Days 
july 2014 by turlough
akamine_chan: Save Yourself Tonight (Sharpest Lives 'verse 22)
REC: Gerard loves to kiss but Party doesn't really see the point. A new glimpse from the Sharpest Lives universe. I'm so happy she's still writing these. This is a lovely look at where Party and Gerard's relationship is right then. (2014-06-08)
QUOTE: Gerard loves to kiss, and Poison doesn't get it. What's the point? It's not like sucking someone off or using your hand; there's no payoff. Life's too fucking dangerous for something as useless as kissing.
That never stops Gerard, though.
He climbs into Poison's lap and and just kisses him, over and over, mouth wet and hot. Poison struggles under Gerard's weight, arching up in search of friction and pressure, his hands settling on Gerard's hips, pulling him closer, *harder*.
Gerard makes an unhappy little sound and twines their fingers together, pushing them above Poison's head, nipping at Poison's lip in punishment when Poison tries to move them. Poison subsides, lets Gerard do whatever he wants,
Which is kissing. (570 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  universe:Sharpest.Lives.verse  relationship:established  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Party.Poison(primary)  pov:Party.Poison  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-05  recced:2014-06  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  universe:Danger.Days 
june 2014 by turlough
gorgeousnerd: Kiss Kiss
REC: The one where Frank and Gerard expand their D/s play. Such a sweet and *happy* story. I love how relaxed and comfortable they are together. And the kissing is so hot. (2014-05-11)
QUOTE: "Fuck me, asshole," Frank says in a happy gust of breath. "Like you mean it."
Gerard bends down and, with his teeth set just a little, grabs Frank's loose hair and tugs. Frank laughs and rolls his hips up, but Gerard only lets Frank's dick glance his hip even though he's hard, too.
"Not until I'm ready."
It shouldn't be a surprise that his bedroom voice with Frank is his stage voice; sexy confidence doesn't come to the Gerard Way that goes to buy groceries or plays Magic with Worm and Mikey. But he pauses like he always does when That Voice comes out. Instead of getting on with it, he looses his fingers in Frank's hair and strokes.
Frank frowns. Not in a pissed way - he just looks confused. "Gee?"
"Stay still," Gerard says. He ghosts his thumb over Frank's lips; they're not as swollen as Gerard wants. "Or I'll stop."
Frank still looks a little puzzled, but Gerard waits, and eventually, Frank shrugs and nods.
Gerard rewards him right away by dropping his mouth to Frank's. (1,970 words)

(also at http://firmament.dreamwidth.org/71761.html )
author:gorgeousnerd  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:PWP  fic:genre:character.study  relationship:established  relationship:d/s  smut:bondage  smut:handjob  smut:blowjob  setting:on.tour  setting:on.break  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-05  recced:2014-05 
may 2014 by turlough
fleurdeliser & ohnoktcsk & tuesdaysgone: Love on the Webways
REC: The one where MCR broke up after the Black Parade and Gerard is divorced and living in Portland and he meets Grant Morrison online without either of them knowing who the other is. This was a great story. Interesting premise and very entertainingly written. I particularly loved their correspondence, it's very them. I also liked the way their first face-to-face meeting was written, without any embarrassing antics. It's so nice with stories where the protagonists are actual grownups that think and act like it. And as usual in stories by these writers the sex is scorchingly hot. (2014-04-20) What if My Chemical Romance had broken up after Madison Square Garden instead of going on hiatus? In this story Gerard is divorced and living in Portland and has just started writing the 'Killjoys' comic when he meets Grant Morrison online without either of them knowing who the other is. This is such a great story. Entertaining and captivating with a very interesting premise. I particularly loved the epistolatory parts of it, it's so very *them*. I also liked the way their first face-to-face meeting and the identity reveal was written. Plain and straightforward, without any embarrassing antics. It's so nice with a story where the protagonists are actual grownups that think and act like it. And as usual with these writers the sex is scorchingly hot! (2014-04-25)
QUOTE: If you'd told Grant that he would ever be a person who looked forward to checking his email- well. All possible universes, and all that. But he still has to laugh at himself a little. He has plenty of friends, there's no denying that. But he tends to hermit himself away when he's at his country house and it's an extra little thrill after sitting at his computer all day, to have a nice conversation.
He thinks he's finally discovered what it is that people love about the internet. Fifteen years late. 'It's very sad how misguided you are', he types, grinning at his keyboard.
He doesn't get angry at people on The City of Whispers anymore. He has a *partner in crime*. As a team, they shut down the stupid assholes and it's *fun*. He suspects that this isn't the kind of trouble people had warned him against, back when he'd first discovered the message boards dedicated to his work.
There'd been Barbelith, back in the day, and Warren had always had the WEF. Warren managed to meet some truly amazing people through that. Grant had never had quite the same success.
Now, he pulls up the PM thread that he and Danny have going and types, 'Nicely done. By the way, you were right about that band you linked me. Brilliant stuff.'
'Music is my thing,' Danny replies. 'Well. When comics aren't my thing. Or like. Obscure eighties cartoons.'
Grant laughs aloud. 'And when art isn't your thing?' he sends back.
'One of my supervisors called me a Renaissance man the other day,' comes the quick reply. 'I feel like I need a costume for that, though.'
'Renaissance Man would be an interesting superhero, perhaps,' Grant returns. 'Just mind the tights, they pinch.'
'Believe me, I know,' is the reply. 'I was Peter Pan in a school play when I was a kid. I also dressed in drag in art school.'
Grant almost starts typing the story of his own foray into drag, but pauses; that's a story that he's told in interviews before, and Danny will probably be familiar with it. Not the best strategy for maintaining his anonymity.
'Ah, art school. I never went, myself. You are quite the well-rounded chap, Danny.'
'I try to be. Gotta admit, I fail when it comes to math any more advanced than basic algebra.'
'We all have our blind spots,' Grant agrees. 'I'm quite terrible with technology, myself.'
'You're on a computer, right?' Danny asks. 'Not doing some mystic ritual or something?'
Grant laughs. 'Would that I were. Perhaps I could more easily get other things done while chatting with you.'
'So multitasking is also a blind spot?'
'Like it isn't for you?'
'Don't make me give up all my weaknesses. That's a total supervillain thing to do, Fox.'
'Grant laughs and rubs a hand over his head. If he only knew. 'Supervillainy is overrated. And I enjoy vices in my friends. Makes them more interesting.'
'I've got my share of vices, but I'm still pretty boring,' writes Danny.
'I doubt that.' Grant realizes he'd be flirting if this was in person. That's... he doesn't know how to feel about that. People meet and flirt on the Internet all the time. He just never figured it would happen to him.
He laughs at the absurdity of the whole thing. At least Danny doesn't know who he's talking to. Anonymous flirting on the Internet is infinitely better than the alternative, he thinks. (33,010 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:ohnoktcsk  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:crossover  fic:genre:character.study  activity:mailing  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:band.with.a.twist  concept:art  things:comics  things:Gerard's.red.hair  occupation:writer  occupation:artist/designer  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  setting:convention  time:post-band  geography:US:Portland  geography:UK:Scotland  geography:US:San.Diego  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pov:Gerard  pov:Grant.Morrison  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-04  recced:2014-04  universe:Danger.Days 
april 2014 by turlough
turps: What I'm Looking For
REC: The one where Gerard and Mikey are shape-shifting sheeps in a family of wolves. A wonderfully heartwarming story about finding your way in the world. So sweet and gentle and quietly funny. And the writing is lovely. (2014-03-09) The one where Gerard and Mikey are shape-shifting sheeps in a family of wolves. A wonderfully heartwarming story about finding your place in the world. Sweet and gentle and quietly funny. (2014-04-25)
QUOTE: For a while, things remained okay.
While being a sheep wasn't cool, Gerard got used to wandering deserted streets, his hooves clattering against the sidewalk, Mikey his constant companion. Together they kept to the shadows, Gerard showing Mikey the parks where you could eat semi-clean grass, baa-laughing when Mikey attempted to run and rolled down a slight bank, his still wobbly legs splayed and wool straggly and dull in the moonlight.
Sure, they weren't hunting, and maybe extended family gatherings were an exercise in ignoring cousins licking their lips, but none of that mattered. How could it when Gerard had Mikey, and they spent hours concocting plans about undercover sheep heroes and discussing how Gerard could gather and spin his own wool.
It's how everyone got scarves for Christmas that year. If they looked a bit tatty with multiple dropped stitches and a distinct scent of BO, well, that was fine. His parents and grandma wore them regardless. (1,000 words)
author:turps  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:source:picture  activity:transformation.animate  activity:knitting  beings:animals.others  concept:ordinary.lives  relationship:brothers  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2014.PicFor1000  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-03  recced:2014-03 
march 2014 by turlough
amisophe: Friends We Know Like Fallout Vapors
REC: Gerard and Ray and the beginning of the band. This is a beautiful little story. So clear and sharp and brittle and it really captures that fragile moment when the idea of the band started to turn into reality. And I love the hint of future possibilities there is in the way Gerard and Ray see each other. (2014-03-02)
QUOTE: The thing about Ray is that he's worth noticing. He hides it under a sweet, quiet singing voice and a sort of timidity that makes it extra surprising when he busts out the Metallica, but Gerard wonders from the beginning if it's the same sort of quiet that kept him scared and hiding under nondescript black hoodies in high school.
Gerard pokes, metaphorically.
"Hey, Ray," he says.
Ray looks up from the half-crushed box of cables under the TV. His hair is frizzy and unwashed, and Gerard loses his train of thought.
"Uh," he says. "Do you think the kids will ever like us?"
"What," Ray says. "You mean the music?"
"Yeah," Gerard says.
"Well, um, if you keep writing stuff like this, I think we have a chance," Ray says. He was always the optimistic one.
"Do you think you would have liked this, in high school?"
"I... didn't talk a lot in high school," Ray starts. "I mean, I still don't, I guess, but it was different, you know?" He taps on the guitar with his nails, which are getting long. It makes a hollow sound. "No one talked to me about the devil except my grandma, for one."
"Jesus," Gerard says, "you're missing out."
"Not anymore," Ray says, raising his eyebrows. The brightest lightbulb in the basement flickers over the torn-up carpet. (1,160 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/1251751 )
author:amisophe  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  activity:performing  concept:music  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  time:pre-band  time:early.days  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Ray(secondary)  pov:Gerard  pov:Ray  challenge:2014.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-02  recced:2014-03 
march 2014 by turlough
cold_clarity: Little Talks
REC: Pete and Gerard and their late night conversations through the years. A lovely, quiet story. I love the almost unnoticed way their friendship develops and the way there's no need for a lot of words between them. (2014-03-02)
QUOTE: "If - um. If you talk to him, will you let him know I'm thinking of him?"
The night deepens and the quiet spreads out between them. Gerard wonders if he should make up an excuse to get off the phone, but Pete speaks before he gets the chance:
"And you?" Pete asks. "You're holding up?"
The question catches Gerard off guard, not for what's being asked, but because Pete sounds so sincere. He grips his phone and tries not to think about Mikey, or about Alicia, or about the huge manor at his back, full of incomplete and frightening histories.
"I'm doing my best," he says honestly.
"Yeah. Okay." Pete hesitates for a moment, and Gerard can hear him suck in one short breath. "I know this might be a little - ah. I don't know. Weird, I guess? At any rate, you have my number now, so feel free to call me if you need anything."
"Okay." He knows he must sound stiff or stilted, but he's the kind of tired that leaves him feeling like he's empty of anything but fatigue and the rawness that comes with it. He imagines Pete wherever he might be - in his car, in his apartment, out on the porch of a friend's house - and he wishes he could summon up the strength to explain himself.
Instead, his head just feels heavy, and Pete has to break the awkward silence again:
"Take care, Gerard."
"Hey, Pete?"
"I'm - thanks for calling." (2,560 words)
(also at https://archiveofourown.org/works/10047956 )
author:cold_clarity  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  relationship:friendship  setting:on.tour  setting:on.break  location:Paramour.Mansion  tour:2005.Warped  time:the.breakup  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pov:Pete  pov:Gerard  challenge:2014.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-02  recced:2014-03 
march 2014 by turlough
jabbergrey: How Far Down
REC: Pete gets Patrick a hooker - Mikey's brother Gerard. This was so much better than I feared it would be from the prompt. I liked the way it acknowledged the tricky task of balancing between "fantasy" and "reality" in that sort of scenario. The characterisations were very good and it was really hot too. (2014-03-02)
QUOTE: "I don't believe this," blurts Patrick. "That's..."
"Exactly what you want to do to me?" Gerard gives him a knowing smile. "Yeah. I can tell you want to push me around. Right?"
"Yeah," says Patrick hoarsely. He thinks, now, that he could tell Gerard what he wants to do to him, but the rush of images in his head is too much - he doesn't know where to start.
"Do you know what you could make me do?" Gerard goes on.
He's too pretty, dirty and sharp and unreal in the yellow room. Patrick decides then; he's going to do this, and do it how he wants to.
He returns Gerard's smile, feeling saw-toothed and unreal, and says deliberately, "Anything."
"Now we're talking," Gerard says happily, and Patrick sees his other persona settle back over him: he suddenly looks lost and too-thin and needy.
"God, I want to break you," he finds himself saying. For a horrifying moment he's afraid he's fucked up - said something bad or stupid - but Gerard leans toward him, eyes closing, and sighs.
"Just tell me what to do," he says, and slow warmth pours into Patrick's chest.
Patrick brushes past him and sits down on the bed. "Show me that you want it."
"You want the...?"
"The campy seductive thing, yeah," Patrick says, and Gerard grins at him.
It's not the same campy seductive thing; Gerard runs his fingers through his wild hair, stretches, and slinks forward to sink down on his knees in front of Patrick. His stupid too-big muscle shirt shifts to reveal a new slice of pale skin, muscle and the soft curve of extra flesh at his hip. (3,490 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/1744043 )
author:jabbergrey  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:PWP  fic:genre:character.study  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:prostitution  relationship:d/s  smut:roleplay  smut:pain.kink  smut:masturbation  smut:blowjob  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pairing:Gerard/Patrick(primary)  pov:Patrick  challenge:2014.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-02  recced:2014-03 
march 2014 by turlough
cybercandy: Where Is My Mind?
REC: Mikey looses his memory on tour. A nice little eary days story with lots of great band interactions. I really liked the way Mikey and his amnesia were written. How he reacted to finding out he's in a band and the way the thing with Gerard developed. The hopeful ending felt very right. (2014-02-23)
QUOTE: "Head feeling better?" Ray asks when Mikey returns from the filthy restrooms. He's sitting with his back against a tire, sandwich in one, coffee in the other hand.
"Yeah. Enjoying the coffee?" Mikey mumbles. He can tell that mornings aren't his strong point and he's still got the shadow of a headache, although he's not sure if that's still from hitting his head, a hangover or caffeine withdrawal. He's hoping the coffee he's got in the shop will help if it's the latter.
"Coffee's shit, but it's coffee" Ray sighs. Mikey can only nod his agreement. Mornings, he decides, are not friends. They happen too fucking early.
He's half-way finished his coffee when he hears a curse, followed by Gee shouting, "Ow, motherfucker, get off me!" Frank comes tumbling out of the van, followed by a very dishevelled and sleepy looking Gee.
"Coffeeeee" Frank screams, launching himself at Ray who puts a protective hand over his cup, growling, "Get your own, you coffee-stealing freak."
Gee is making grabby hands with his eyes closed and he looks so pitiful that Mikey offers him his cup.
"Did Mikey just give his coffee to Gee?" Frank stage-whispers to Otter, who's in the driver's seat and texting furiously.
"Must've hit his head harder than we thought," Otter mumbles. (3,420 words)
(also at http://cybercandy.dreamwidth.org/7701.html )
author:cybercandy  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  activity:performing  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  condition:injury  condition:amnesia  relationship:friendship  relationship:brothers  relationship:UST  relationship:Waycest  smut:frottage  setting:on.tour  time:early.days  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary)  pov:Mikey  challenge:2013.Bandom.Holidays  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-12  recced:2014-02 
february 2014 by turlough
cold_clarity: The Endearing Kind of Awkward
REC: Pete makes good on all the twitter-flirting he and Gerard's been doing. A lovely little story with a really nice Pete characterisation. He and Gerard really are endearingly awkward together. (2014-02-02)
QUOTE: They meet at Gerard's car, after Pete has rinsed off and changed. The nighttime settles over them, cool and clear, and Pete is pretty sure he's never done anything so high school since he was actually in high school. Gerard looks strange in the pallor of the streetlamps, his eyes suddenly overlarge in a very delicate face.
He's smoking a cigarette, and, at Pete's approach, he exhales and smiles, and the smoke thins to nothing between them, ephemeral.
"Nice car," Pete remarks.
Gerard drops the cigarette to the ground, stamping it out with his heel. "Thanks. I... really like cars."
"Just - I wouldn't have called that."
That slanted smile again. "Yeah, I contain multitudes or whatever."
Pete laughs. "Well. I'm ready if you are."
Gerard jangles his keys. "Hop in."
They drive with the windows mostly down, the city scrolling past the highway in a neon rush. Pete tucks his hands under his thighs so that he doesn't fidget and he wonders how it is that Gerard can drive without music to fill the silence. His throat feels tight. (2,060 words)
author:cold_clarity  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  activity:performing  things:Twitter  things:comics  things:memories  relationship:poly  time:post-band  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pairing:Gerard/Pete(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(secondary)  pov:Pete  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-12  recced:2014-02 
february 2014 by turlough
rubytuesday5681: Enjoy the Silence
REC: This summer is different. Frank contemplates Gerard during Warped 2005. This is quite lovely. Very interesting to see Gerard through Frank's eyes. It really highlights the differences betwen them. (2014-02-02)
QUOTE: This summer is better.
Gerard says his soul doesn't stink like the rotted pit of hell anymore. Frank thinks Gerard himself doesn't stink like that anymore either. Frank doesn't miss the sweatboozedirtfilthvomit eau de Gerard from last summer at all. It makes him a bit easier to take.
Sometimes Gerard is harder to take, though - like right now.
Right now Gerard just wants to be left alone. That's what he said when Frank and Ray invited him to play Zelda. It's the perfect game to pass the time on a long day of driving. Gerard doesn't want to watch a movie, either. He's just sitting under a blanket on the corner of the couch looking out the window. He isn't even sketching. Somehow Frank has a harder time with it when Gerard's fingers aren't busy making art or writing notes or even smoking... something. It's when he just sits and stares that Frank gets nervous. He worries. He knows the worrying pisses Gerard off, but Frank does it anyway. He can't help it. He isn't able to stop himself from asking, "What are you thinking about?"
Gerard just shakes his head and leaves the couch. (1,050 words)
author:rubytuesday5681  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  concept:sobriety  things:memories  relationship:friendship  setting:on.tour  tour:2005.Warped  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-01  recced:2014-02 
february 2014 by turlough
gorgeousnerd: Powderpuff
REC: It's not as if Frank's opposed to powderpuff football. It's just that the timing is bad. I bookmarked this when it was new but then I forgot about it until now. Anyway, it's a very hot fic and I really like the way it plays with gender. The way both Frank and Gerard's view of each other changes while the underlying feelings stay the same. (2014-02-02)
QUOTE: Ray smiles a little sideways. "Besides, you look hot."
Coming from Ray, that means a lot.
They run onto the track when they're fully changed, pom poms shaking. The varsity and JV cheer squads are on the field in uniforms, but before Frank can spot Gerard, Jamia intercepts, eyes shining above her greasepaint streaks.
"I thought you'd fit my uniform." She tugs on the skirt a little. "How's it feel?"
"*Cold*. Don't you have a game to play?"
Jamia kisses him on the cheek. "To win."
She moves aside, and the rest of the cheer squad comes into view. Gerard's in the center, next to co-captain Lindsey, but everyone's heads are bowed while Gerard speaks too quietly for Frank to hear. Gerard keeps flicking the flag in the back pocket of his football pants nervously - powderpuff isn't full-contact football - and runs his hands through his hair nervously.
It's interesting seeing Gerard like this. It's easy to think he'd be super butch in the football gear and more effiminate in the cheer outfit, but that's not how it works at all. Maybe it was being around smaller, rounder women, but cheering, Frank can never look away from the angle of Gerard's jaw or the jut of his shoulders. Today, with the pads and a helmet in hand, the curves of Gerard's hips and the prettiness of his face are impossible to ignore. Frank starts to lick his lips before he tastes the chalkiness of his cheap lipstick and makes himself stop.
But Gerard looks up, and when his eyes point Frank's way, he licks his lips for Frank. Frank shifts on his feet as Gerard jogs over.
"Hey," Gerard says when he stops a couple feet away.
"Hey. You look good out there."
A comment like that the night before, when they did the dinner-and-a-movie thing for the first time, would have made Gerard duck his head or blush. Not now. Gerard's eyes are dark and fixed, and fuck, good thing Jamia's skirt isn't too short. Frank needs something to hide his growing boner. (2,290 words)
(also at http://firmament.dreamwidth.org/67750.html )
author:gorgeousnerd  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  activity:crossdressing  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:genderfuck  occupation:student.high.school  relationship:established  smut:blowjob  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  challenge:2013.Kink.Bingo  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-08  recced:2014-02 
february 2014 by turlough
akamine_chan: Inked
REC: Frank has asked Gerard to design a tatoo for him. Lovely little ficlet with a wonderful look at how Gerard's creativity works and also of their relationship. akamine_chan always manages to say so much with just a few words. (2014-02-02)
QUOTE: Finally, Frank tells him to stop stalling and pick something.
"Fuck off, Frankie. If it's going to be on your body for the rest of your life, it has to be perfect," Gerard retorts, tossing a balled up sheet of paper at Frank's head. One of his many design failures.
Two weeks later, Gerard abruptly wakes in the middle of the night, an image ghosting through his brain. He turns on the bedside lamp, ignoring Frank's grumble of protest, and grabs a sketchbook, fingers itching. (338 words)
(also at http://fire-juggler.dreamwidth.org/125699.html?thread=246787#cmt246787 )
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  things:tattoos  activity:drawing.on.body  relationship:established  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Gerard  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-01  recced:2014-02 
february 2014 by turlough
fleurdeliser & ohnoktcsk & tuesdaysgone: London Calling
REC: The one where Gerard needs a change and moves to London and after years of hard work gets a book deal and meets his new editor, Grant Morrison. This is such a warm and happymaking story. I never grow tired of seeing Gerard and Grant flirt and talk and fall in love, particularly not when it's these writer who writes it. They manage to show not only their love, but also the deep friendship that blossoms between these two. How much they have in common and how much they respect and like each other. Wonderful! (2013-12-09)
QUOTE: "We can get some lunch and discuss your problem scene."
Fifteen is... not long. Gerard glances in the mirror. "Twenty?" he suggests.
Grant laughs. "Twenty, then." They say their goodbyes, and Gerard drops his phone and races for the shower.
He takes the fastest shower ever and is out the door with only a few seconds to spare. At least he remembers his tablet and his moleskine. It's a close call. He didn't remember a scarf, so he's bright read by the time he reaches the tube stop.
Grant is already waiting, and he smiles when he sees Gerard. Them he gets a closer look, and the smile becomes an outright grin.
"What? Do I have toothpaste on my face? Or something in my hair?" His hands go straight to his face and up to smooth his hair.
"Your shirt is inside out, and the less said about your hair the better," Grant tells him, elaborately severe. Then he winks. "Could be jealousy on my part. You're perfect. Let's go."
Gerard wants to protest, because of the two of them, Grant is the one who looks perfect, in his fine wool overcoat and designer suit. He swallows it down, though. "So, where are we going for lunch?"
"I've just remembered there's a little cafe just down the road that does spectacular seitan," Grant says. "Among other things."
"Sold," Gerard says. "What are you up to over here, anyway? Not that I mind."
"Just running some errands that I've been putting off," Grant shrugs. "There's a lot of work to do yet to get ready for the party in a few weeks."
"I'm really looking forward to it, by the way," Gerard says.
"Likewise." Grant ushers him into the cafe with a hand at his waist. "So," Grant says, once they're seated and the waiter has taken their orders. "This scene that's been giving you trouble."
Gerard moans and describes the scene and what he's trying to do with it and then passes over his tablet, open to the scene, and then his moleskine. "This is a different way I tried to write it while on the tube last week, but I don't know. Neither is what I want."
Grant sips his tea and reads both versions carefully. "What is most important to you about the scene?" he asks.
Gerard opens his mouth to reply, but stops and makes himself consider the question carefully. "Probably... probably the conversation between the sisters?"
"Focus on that, then," Grant says. "Write out that conversation exactly how you want it and then build the section around it."
"It's not -"
"Elaborate enough? Artistic enough? Doesn't matter. Or - if that doesn't work for you, make it matter."
Gerard is quiet for a second, thinking it over. "Maybe... huh." Grant laughs and pushes the moleskin back across the table.
"Feel free to keep sending me things as you work and I can give you feedback. I like both of these scenes, but I can see why you're unhappy with them. I think shifting focus will help you," Grant says.
"Probably," Gerard allows. "Do you - can I show you something else?"
"Absolutely," Grant agrees, and Gerard takes a deep breath and flips the moleskin forward a few pages. It's a new thing he hasn't been able to get out of his head. Gerard isn't even sure where it's going.
"More tube writing," he explains. "It's... just a thing. Another thing." He's not entirely sure why he's even showing the pages to Grant, except that Grant's a fucking *good* editor. Gerard kind of wants to see what he makes of it, if the idea makes sense to somebody else. (28,620 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:ohnoktcsk  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:crossover  fic:genre:character.study  activity:hair.cutting/dyeing  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:sobriety  occupation:writer  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:editor  things:Gerard's.platinum.hair  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:masturbation  smut:frottage  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  smut:fucking  setting:office  geography:UK:London  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pov:Gerard  pov:Grant.Morrison  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-12  recced:2013-12 
december 2013 by turlough
dapatty: The One Where Frank Was a Dragon
REC: The one where Frank discovers he's a dragon. Totally adorable little piece of fluff. And it's nice to see an early days story with a good Otter characterisation. (2013-11-10)
QUOTE: "Wouldn't it be cool though, Frankie. If unicorns were *real*? I mean Otter *is* an otter. It'd be so rad if unicorns are a thing, right?"
"Yeah, totally," Frank agreed. Hell, for all Frank knew, there were unicorns. Lots of them. Just like roaming the plains and shit, and only appearing to virgins. Mikey thought there were unicorns, anyway - not that he'd be able to see one now, if that virgin thing was an actual rule. That dude had surprisingly impressive game for a kid with such wack hair. (Frank knew he didn't have any room to talk, but Frank had the usual amount of game, you know?) Frank took a steadying breath and asked, "Other things would be cool too, you know? Like dragons. It be rad if there were dragons, right?" Then he held his breath.
"Fuck yeah, Frankie," Gerard agreed emphatically. "It'd be so rad. *If only*." Gerard said the last so wistfully, Frank almost said the words. Almost told his secret. He was almost certain, that out of anybody, Gerard wouldn't freak out. He wouldn't even blink. He'd probably just think it was cool and then go back to talking about vampires. But maybe he wouldn't. Maybe he would freak out and tell Frank to leave and mean it because Frank's omission was pretty much lying. That maybe was just too much of an unknown, it left him frozen in fear at the thought.
So he tried to push that part of himself down. Forgot about it. He couldn't even fly, so there wasn't any reason to want to stretch his wings the farther the van took them from home. (2,840 words)
author:dapatty  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:fluff  activity:transformation.animate  beings:dragons  beings:animals.others  beings:shapeshifter  concept:supernatural  condition:illness  setting:on.tour  time:early.days  band:My.Chemical.Romance  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-11  recced:2013-11 
november 2013 by turlough
x_dark_siren_x: The Danger is I'm Dangerous (Might Just Tear You Apart)
REC: Sometimes, Grace just wanted to dance. A wonderful glimpse of the future. So sharp and vivid and completely heartbreaking. (2013-11-10)
QUOTE: Sometimes she wanted to tip her head back, lift up her arms and let the neon slide over the colour dripping down her skin (Killjoy bright and just as deadly). She wanted to let it all fade, let the beat work its way into her blood, her head, for the pounding crush of people and bright lights wash away the white she still saw behind her eyes.
Ten years, and the sharp ache had only ever dulled. Left her empty and grasping even as memories faded. Left her vicious, desperate.
(Grace still saw them, the slump of red against white walls and inked hands barring the doors. (429 words)
(also at http://ashers-kiss.livejournal.com/10260.html#cutid2 )
author:x_dark_siren_x  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  universe:Killjoys.verse  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:rebellion  concept:char.death(past)  things:memories  setting:bar/club  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Grace  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-10  recced:2013-11  universe:Danger.Days 
november 2013 by turlough
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
akamine_chan: Like It Was Yesterday
REC: Gerard expected things between them to feel different. A lovely little look at Gerard and Mikey's relationship after the end of the band. Quiet and lowkey and warm. (2013-10-27)
QUOTE: Gerard shrugs. It doesn't bother him, not really. Thirty-six isn't that old.
"Still older than me," Mikey teases, and nothing's changed, it's like the last few months never happened. Mikey reaches out and threads his fingers in Gerard's hair, holding him still for a soft kiss.
Gerard can feel the heat from Mikey's body, the way it radiates off him, and Gerard moves closer with a tiny, needy sound. He's missed this; he hadn't been able to admit it to himself, but it's been an ache in the back of his mind, a blind spot that he couldn't stop searching for.
Mikey breaks the kiss with a sigh, but doesn't move away, relaxing a little against Gerard. The subtle tension between them dissipates.
"Hey there, Mikey Way," Gerard says with a smile. "Missed you." Everything that was wrong in the world is suddenly right again.
"Hey there, Gee Way," Mikey returns, affection and warmth coloring his voice. "Missed you, too." (871 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  relationship:brothers  relationship:Waycest  time:post-band  band:My.Chemical.Romance  challenge:2013.Bandom_Meme.Exchange  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-10  recced:2013-10 
october 2013 by turlough
annemari: This Is How I Disappear
REC: The one where Gerard suddenly becomes invisible. Such a sweet little story. Way brothers are the best! (2013-10-27)
QUOTE: Ray sighs. "Come on, guys, we don't have time for this." He raises his voice. "Gerard, man, get out here, we have to leave soon and Frank's acting weirder than usual."
Gerard swallows heavily, steps forward and puts his hand on Ray's shoulder. Ray screams and jumps back.
"Told you," Frank says.
Ray's eyes are darting around the room, not once focusing on him, and Gerard abruptly feels like he wants to cry.
"Hey, so," he says. "I'm not dead or anything, right?"
There's a pause. "Well," Frank says, and steps forward. "I'd think if you were a ghost or something then we *could* see you, but not touch you, right?"
"Ghost, what?" Ray asks. "I don't -"
"Yeah, but -"
"Plus, then there'd, like, be a body," Frank says. "And I'm pretty sure yours is right, uh." He waves his hand around vaguely in front of Gerard. Gerard catches it and holds on. Frank doesn't flinch this time.
"See," Frank says, and then makes a face. "Well, not *see*, but, uh. You're right here."
Gerard squeezes his hand tighter, then looks at Ray. Ray's staring in Gerard's direction, but mostly he's staring at Frank's hand, how it must look like there's, well, an invisible hand squeezing it. (2,810 words)
author:annemaris  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  concept:invisibility  relationship:brothers  setting:on.tour  tour:2006-2007.Black.Parade  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-10  recced:2013-10 
october 2013 by turlough
anonymous: The Heart You Need
REC: Frank gets Tested again when he's seven and afterwards he's transfered to a new school where he meets Mikey and Gerard. A totally fabulous Killjoys origin story set in space. With psi powers! It's a fastpaced, well-written story with great characterisations and fantastic worldbuilding, and it doesn't feel even half as long as it is. In fact, I wouldn't mind reading another 90,000 words of their further adventures! (2013-10-13) A totally fabulous Killjoys origin story set in space. With psi powers! It's a fastpaced, well-written story with great characterisations and fantastic worldbuilding, and it's also a great coming-of-age story. Frank's development from young child to teenager-on-the-verge-of-adulthood is wonderfully well-written. His internal voice always feel completely right for his age. Don't be scared by the lenght. It doesn't feel even half as long as it is. In fact, I wouldn't mind reading another 90,000 words of Frank, Gerard, Mikey, and Ray's further adventures! (2013-10-30)
QUOTE: 'Frank?' Gerard's voice pressing against his mind didn't even surprise him; Frank struggled upright, shaking out the arm he'd landed on. 'Are you awake?' Gerard went on, his mind-voice sharp with something - excitement? Or panic? Frank shook his head, trying to settle his thoughts back into place.
'I am now. What is it, what's wrong?' He couldn't help the worry that crept into his own tone; he'd spent the last two days at school trying not to think about what kind of trouble Gerard could be in that he wouldn't let Frank help with. In the dark, with the House and the city asleep around him and Gerard's mind bleeding urgency through their link, it rose up like a wave of dread, threatening to swallow him.
'No, I'm sorry, just -' It was like Gerard cut himself off for a moment, dropping out of the link almost entirely before coming back. 'Did you mean it, that you'd help me? I was gonna - we had it set up, it was gonna be fine, but something happened, I don't even know... We gotta do it now, and Mikey won't stay the fuck home - can you get out, you think? I don't think I can manage myself, not for all of us.'
'What?' Frank couldn't make much sense of that, Gerard's thoughts were jumping about all over the place, but if he needed his help... 'Where are you?' he sent, tilting his head to listen to the house. Apart from Uncle Tony drowsing in front of some holo in the back sitting room, everyone was asleep. Frank fumbled his way over to the closet, grabbing for clothes so he could change out of his pajamas.
'End of your street,' Gerard replied, and, 'Are you sure, Frankie? We could get in trouble, like, *real* trouble.' Frank could feel the excitement that filtered through the link, though, and it sent a little thrill shivering through him too as he scrambled into pants and a hoodie. He reached for his sneakers with his mind, floating them behind him as he cracked open the door and tiptoed down the hall. If he tried to go out the front in the middle of the night, the security monitor would freak, but there was a spot in back by the compound wall...
He had to stop on the back porch to stamp his feet into his shoes, but climbing the tree was easy; he'd done it a hundred times. Getting over the wall was trickier; Frank's hand slipped off the branch too soon, and there was a sickening lurch of falling for a moment before he could gather his wits together and *shove* toward the ground to cushion himself. He still scraped the heels of his hands on the rough gravel of the path, and the Fernandes' watchdog next door started barking from the noise, but Frank took off running and it had shut up by the time he reached the street.
'Gee?' Both the moons were up; it was totally bright, and Frank examined his stinging palms, picking out crumbs of dug-in stone. He wasn't even bleeding; score.
'This way.' It was like a tug on his mind, and Frank turned automatically, trotting up the street. It must be really late; there weren't any shuttlecars out, the air silent and cool. He couldn't see Gerard, but he could feel him, the hum of his mind behind his shields, so Frank only jumped a tiny bit when a hand darted out of the bushes and tugged him off the street. (93,440 words)
author:anonymous  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:character.study  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  activity:gun.fights  activity:moving  activity:rescue  activity:sabotage  beings:Grant.Morrison  beings:kids  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:art  concept:dystopia  concept:esp:telepathy  concept:esp:general  concept:mindmeld/soulbond  concept:politics  concept:rebellion  occupation:student.elementary.school  occupation:student.college  occupation:intern  occupation:businessman  occupation:politician  occupation:rebel  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:frottage  smut:masturbation  smut:telepathic.sex  setting:alien.planet  setting:spaceship/spacestation  setting:elementary.school  setting:office  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2013.BBB  +length:long.50k-100k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-08  recced:2013-10  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  concept:in.space!  universe:Danger.Days 
october 2013 by turlough
akamine_chan: Licking Frogs and Other Bad Decisions (That Might Actually Be Good)
REC: It started with a box of frogs in the middle of the bus lounge one morning. The one where Gerard and Pete bond during Warped. A wonderful little story. It's both funny and very moving and I like the way both Gerard and Pete are written. (2013-09-29)
QUOTE: He turned and leaned back on the counter, watching as Pete staggered to his feet and stretched, arms reaching toward the ceiling. His shirt rode up, and Gerard tried not to stare at the flat plane of his belly, and the bat-heart-skull tattoo that sat right under his navel. He took another bite of his Pop Tart, brushing away the crumbs. "Are you and Mikey fucking?"
Pete choked and coughed, his face turning a rather alarming shade of red. "What?" he spat out, shaking his head like a dog shaking off water. "What the fuck -"
Gerard kept his cool. He had this. "Are you and Mikey fucking? I have a speech prepared, about the importance of love and honorable intentions, how Mikey's not one to give his heart away easily, and when he does, it *means* something."
Pete was frozen, like a rabbit who'd scented a wolf.
He lit a cigarette and took a drag. "I'm his older brother, and since Mom and Dad aren't here, it falls to me to ask what your plans are with regard to Mikey." He poured coffee into a mostly clean mug, added creamer and sugar, and took a sip.
"Oh my God," Pete moaned, sitting back down on the couch and covering his face with his hands. "I gotta be having a freaking nightmare."
"Nope." Gerard drained the coffee and refilled the mug. "So, tell me, Wentz, are you gonna break my little brother's heart? Have your decadent way with him and then grind him into the dirt? I'm a Jersey boy, and I know a little something about kneecapping people, especially those who hurt Mikey..." Gerard had to bite his lip to keep from laughing at the sheer terror that crossed Pete's face.
"Are you serious?" Pete looked like he was about to run screaming off the bus and out onto the venue grounds.
"Not at all," he said, hiding his grin behind his cup.
Pete scratched at his hair, which was sticking out at odd angles, making him look like an anime character. "Oh."
"You're surprisingly gullible for a guy from Chicago."
Pete groaned. "I've been awake for less than five minutes and you've got the advantage of *caffeine*..." (2,740 words)
(also at http://no-tags.dreamwidth.org/16422.html )
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  beings:animals.others  concept:sobriety  concept:polyamory  relationship:friendship  relationship:brothers  relationship:poly  setting:on.tour  tour:2005.Warped  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pairing:Gerard/Pete(primary)  pairing:Mikey/Pete(primary)  pov:Gerard  pov:Pete  challenge:2013.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-09  recced:2013-09 
october 2013 by turlough
alpheratz: Come Back To the Place You Are
REC: Ray didn't lose touch with Gerard on purpose. A sweet and achey and ultimately hopefull little story about new beginnings. (2013-09-29)
QUOTE: Gerard was busy. They all were. It was normal to - not *lose* touch, but misplace it, maybe. Shove it into the glove compartment of life under half a dozen expired insurance cards. You knew it was still there - you'd just have to rummage around when you needed it.
All of this made perfect sense to Ray, so when he emerges from his studio, ravenous, for his afternoon snack of coffee and Skittles, it does not make sense that Gerard is sitting on the floor holding the baby. The baby is holding what looks like Gerard's phone, half in his chubby little hands and half in his mouth.
Gerard grins at Ray, huge and sunny. "Hey, Toro. Nice baby you got there. Aren't you, baby Toro?"
Ray helplessly looks around for Christa. She walks out of the kitchen holding a can of Diet Coke. He raises his eyebrows at her as calmly as he can.
"Gerard dropped by," Christa says, like that explains anything, and drops the Coke into Gerard's lap.
Gerard catches it before it can do any damage to sensitive parts and directs his toothy grin at Christa. "Thanks."
Christa ruffles Gerard's hair and leans down to kiss the baby's head. "Have fun, you two. Pringles, be good. I'm off."
When Christa leaves, Ray sighs and puts his hands on his hips. "What are you doing here?"
Gerard raises an eyebrow and Ray flushes. "I mean, I haven't heard from you in ages." (1,440 words)
(also at http://no-tags.dreamwidth.org/17311.html )
author:alpheratz  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:category:het  fic:genre:character.study  beings:kids  relationship:friendship  relationship:established  relationship:breakup  relationship:poly  time:post-band  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Ray/Christa(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Ray(primary)  pov:Ray  challenge:2013.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-09  recced:2013-09 
october 2013 by turlough
pikasafire: Coping Strategies
REC: Gerard does his best to help Spencer cope. A really sweet little story. Awkward and tentative and very hopeful. (2013-09-29)
QUOTE: Gerard grabs his phone, taps out a quick reply. 'Sure its ok. How r u doing?' He debates for a moment before adding a smiley and pressing send. He turns back to his drawing, adding a layer of spikes, doesn't look up when Mikey puts a fresh cup of coffee in front of him. "I would have said it was okay for Spencer to call me, even without the coffee." He feels compelled to point out. "I'm not that much of a dick."
"I know." Mikey says. "What the hell are you drawing? Is that supposed to be Spyke from Evolution? Because that's not what his hair looks like."
As they bicker quietly over coffee. Gerard can't help but wonder what it would've been like if he hadn't gotten clean. Gerard's notoriously bad with his phone and he feels a little guilty when he checks it after Mikey leaves and there's a message from Spencer, sent three hours ago 'thanks' it says, 'not doing so great'.

'It gets better' Gerard types. He cringes as it sends 'that's not supposed to sound as lame as it does' He feels awkward like this, like he's doing it wrong. It's strangely easier to be an icon of hope for thousands rather than just one. 'I don't know how useful I'll be but I'll try'.
Gerard's half expecting something else, but his phone remains silent. (2,010 words)
author:pikasafire  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  concept:addiction  concept:sobriety  things:memories  relationship:friendship  time:post-band  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Panic.at.the.Disco  pov:Gerard  challenge:2013.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-09  recced:2013-09 
october 2013 by turlough
ohnoktcsk: And Me Here On the Ground
REC: Frank's worked hard to build a life for himself in the city and he's content with what he has: a job as a bike courier, friends who love to give him shit, and a crush on a professor of art history at the local university. But he's also got a secret - one he's been running from for a long time. This is a fabulous story! A wonderful mix of urban and high fantasy, with fairy tales and domestic fluff added in, and it works and it's glorious. The worldbuilding is fantastic. The mix of the magical and strange with the ordinary and humdrum, and the glimpses we get of both ancient and recent history are totally fascinating. I love the way Frank is written. His growing love of Gerard, his friendship with Dewees and his instant connection with Ray, his wariness of Grant and the old magic, and whatever it is he's trying not to remember - it all make him feel very real and also very likeable. And the climax and conclusion to the story was absolutely fantastic. It was so exciting and intense I read it all in one huge gulp and could literally not look away from the screen. This is definitely my favourite story so far of this wave. (2013-09-22) Best of 2013 - Most Interesting Fantasy AU & Best Frank Characterisation: This is a wonderful mix of urban and high fantasy, with fairy tales and domestic fluff added in. You wouldn't think it could possibly work but it does and it's glorious. It has fantastic worldbuilding, the mix of the magical and strange with the ordinary and humdrum, and the glimpses we get of both ancient and recent history are totally fascinating. Not only is this a fabulous story, it also has an absolutely first class Frank characterisation. His growing love of Gerard, his friendship with Dewees and his instant connection with Ray, his wariness of Grant and the old magic, and whatever it is he's trying not to remember - it all makes him feel very real, very human, and also very likeable. Finally it's also a story that has a truely great ending. The climax and conclusion was so exciting and intense I could literally not look away from the screen when I first read it. I had to read it all in one huge gulp and it's been a long time since I did that. (2014-02-16)
QUOTE: The address on the pickup slip leads him down a winding mess of side streets. It turns out to belong to a shop with dusty windows, tucked into the ground level of an old, faded sandstone building. The sign hanging above the door says, in spidery writing, 'Curiosities'.
A bell tinkles when Frank pushes open the door. The shop looks like it's seen better days; half the shelves are empty, and what's left isn't anything to write home about, all scuffed furniture, tarnished brass, and musty books. The light that filters in through the murky front window is dancing with dust motes.
It's definitely not flashy enough to be the kind of place a wizard would run, so that's something. And hey, no giant spiders yet. Frank's cautiously optimistic.
"Hello?" he calls.
A man steps out from a doorway behind the counter. He's tall and much more well-dressed than Frank would have expected, given the state of the shop he apparently runs, but okay. He gives Frank a calculating look. "Are you from the courier service?"
"That's me." Frank flashes his courier's badge, then reaches into his bag. "I've got a receipt for you to sign, and I'll need to you fill out a delivery slip."
"Of course," the man agrees, placidly. He's got an accent - a Northerner, maybe. "I'll go and fetch the package."
The package, when the man reappears from the back room and sets it on the counter, turns out to be a smallish rectangle wrapped in plain brown paper. In the 'contents' section of the delivery slip, the man writes, 'a naturalist's observations re: the healing properties of mermaid song; rare'.
When Frank picks up the package to tuck it away in his bag, he sees that there's a hand-drawn symbol on the underside. It's simple, but something about it draws Frank's eye. He wonders if it's the curiosity shop's logo, or maybe some sort of guild sign.
Frank's not getting paid to ask questions, though, so he just gives a mental shrug and indicates where the man needs to sign on the delivery slip. His signature is an illegible flourish.
"The shop may be a bit difficult to find," the man warns him, once the paperwork and the payment is all squared away. "And when you do find it, you'll need to knock three times on the left side of the front door. There shouldn't be any problems after that."
"Okay," Frank says, looking over the paperwork for the address and already plotting a route in his head. It's a little weird, but it's not the weirdest delivery instruction he's ever had to follow. It's not even the weirdest delivery instruction he's had to follow this month.
"Also," the man adds, snapping his fingers like he's just remembered, "you'd best avoid taking the parcel near the water. Just in case."
That's weirder, but whatever. Frank can deal.
Frank politely bids the man a good day and heads back out to the street. There's a crow sitting on the handlebars of his bike and giving him a shrewd look. "Fuck off, birdbrain," Frank tells it, shooing it with his hands.
The crow flies away. (32,150 words)
author:ohnoktcsk  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:action/adventure  activity:drinking  activity:rescue  beings:Grant.Morrison  beings:dragons  beings:birds  beings:dryads  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:art  concept:magic  concept:music  things:memories  occupation:courier  occupation:artist/designer  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:frottage  setting:other.world  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2013.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-09  recced:2013-09  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
september 2013 by turlough
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Mingling Hands and Mingling Glances
REC: The one where Frank, the new teacher at the English faculty, develops feelings for Grant and Gerard, whose longstanding casual affair has started to become anything but. I loved the way Grant and Gerard's changing relationship was written and really liked the way bits and pieces from canon had been incorporated into the story. And the sex was both hot and heartwarming. A very happymaking story. (2013-09-15)
QUOTE: "Please tell me there's coffee."
"I promised you coffee, didn't I?" Grant says, going over to the pot he keeps on a bookcase in his office.
"Because you are the best. At this point, I'd probably take last week's dregs if I had to," Gerard replies. Grant turns back toward him with a steaming mug Gerard knows is just how he likes it. "Thank you," he breathes, catching Grant's wrist and squeezing with his free hand.
"Anything for you, pet."
Gerard's chest tightens a little bit just like it always does when Grant calls him that. He takes a sip of his coffee and breathes in deep through his nose. "Fuck, that's good. You really are good to me."
Grant doesn't make the expected joke this time around, just smiles and pours his own coffee. That's... hm. Gerard had gotten used to the way things were between them. He supposes maybe he'd been the one to initiate what happened Friday night. But he couldn't help himself.
Gerard never has a problem pulling - Grant thinks it's hilarious, because Gerard usually barely even has to exert himself - but this summer hadn't brought anyone exciting, and Grant had been *gone*, and Gerard had missed him a shocking amount. And he'd missed Grant's kisses and touches almost as much. It's not as if he got them that often to begin with. It's never, ever been a problem, though - this thing they do - and Gerard's not ready to let it become one now.
"So how was your time with Mikey?" Grant asks, voice totally natural.
"It was great," Gerard replies as normally as he can. "Went to a show Saturday night."
"Nice. And besides the eight am from hell? Anything exciting on your agenda?"
"Sitting here with you and grading, and cursing myself for assigning homework the first week?" Gerard asks hopefully.
"Not just lurking in the English department in case a certain of my coworkers comes by?" Grant inquires.
"That's just a happy side benefit," Gerard says and waves his hand dismissively. An awesome side benefit. But mostly, he just likes sitting here with Grant. His department head is a friend of Grant's, and he'll occasionally stop by and threaten to give Gerard's office away "since you seem to prefer this one," he teases. It's true, really. He is usually in one of the studios or in Grant's office when he doesn't have office hours.
Gerard does keep one eye on the open door, though, and not only in case of student invasion. He really wouldn't mind another eyeful of Professor Iero, who's a sinfully attractive little morsel. It's Grant who actually spots him, though. "Professor Iero, you look like you could use some coffee," he calls. (21,200 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:art  concept:literature  concept:polyamory  condition:illness  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:writer  occupation:teacher  relationship:friendship  relationship:friends.with.benefits  relationship:UST  relationship:poly  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  smut:fucking  smut:threesome  setting:college  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  pov:Grant.Morrison  challenge:2013.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-08  recced:2013-09 
september 2013 by turlough
akamine_chan: Anchors and Stars
REC: Gerard knows nothing but the ocean. His life is turned upsidedown when Frank falls overboard in front of him. I love the gentle, lyrical tone of the writing and the fascinating glimpses we get of the underwater world. The ending is both suprising and so right. Such a lovely story. (2013-09-15)
QUOTE: Mikey knows there's something wrong; they're brothers, after all, tied by blood and birth. Elena is suspicious, as well, but Gerard manages to avoid both of them. He spends a lot of time exploring an old shipwreck, playing tag with the eels hiding among the wooden planks, studying the artifacts he finds in the cargo holds. The objects take on new significance, new meanings, when viewed through Frank's memories.
Gerard wonders how he can miss someone so much that it *hurts*, a physical ache in his chest.
He spends some time dreaming with a passing pod of whales. They sing him songs the past and tell him of the future, and for a while, it helps remind him of how wide the world is. The whale-folk are wise and knowing, and croon to him about soul-ties and two-as-one.
Gerard doesn't feel so fortunate in having this... bond with a walker. They're from different cultures, different worlds, with nothing in common.
'You will be together,' the whales sing.
Gerard wishes he could believe it.
He *feels* Frank, a warm presence in the back of his head. It's impossible to tell if the longing that curls through his blood is his, or Frank's, and Gerard tries to ignore it for as long as he can. (4,200 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  activity:rescue  activity:transformation.animate  beings:teenagers  beings:mer.people  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:mindmeld/soulbond  concept:magic  relationship:UST  setting:beach/lake/ocean  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  challenge:2013.Pod_Together  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-09  recced:2013-09  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
september 2013 by turlough
akamine_chan: 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
anoceanmonster: Shadows Fall Behind
REC: Frank is a book loving recluse who rarely sees the outside of his study, but when Gerard enters his house and his life, he gets a love story all of his own. A very sweet, late Victorian AU. (2013-09-01)
QUOTE: Frank doesn't realise how late it is until his eyes start to strain in the warm glow of his desk lamp, tired and sore. He rubs at them with one hand and sets his book down with the other, now almost half way devoured. He picks at the plate of leftovers Mrs. Meredith had brought him some hours ago, flicking bread crumbs and strips of ham before leaning back in his chair and sighing heavily.
"Is there something I can get for you, Sir?"
Frank jumps and turns, twisting his neck around until it hurts. In the doorway, Gerard is peering in curiously, eyeing the endless shelves crammed with hundreds of books. He looks back to Frank and smiles, waiting for his reply.
"No, thank you," Frank says, standing to collect a few stray books before crossing to the other side of the study. He lays them down on an opposite table and scans the shelves in front for empty spaces. When he hears Gerard collecting his plate and cup from the desk, he turns quickly. "You don't have to do that," he says rather quickly, and the urgency in his voice makes Gerard freeze as though he's just done something terribly wrong. "I mean, I can take it. You must have been on your way to bed when you stopped here. It's late."
Gerard nods. "I'm aware of the time, Sir." He straightens to produce a small pocket watch from the inside of his long, slick jacket. "It's almost midnight. I was on my way to the kitchen for a glass of water, so really, Sir, it's no trouble."
Frank finds himself smiling fondly. "Donald used to say that a lot. It's no trouble."
Pressing his lips together in an unreadable expression, Gerard continues to gather up Frank's leftovers. "Yes, Sir, he did."
There's a long pause that quickly starts to make Frank feel uncomfortable. Gerard's face is still unreadable and he shows no signs of leaving except for the clutched dinnerware.
"You must miss him," Frank finds himself saying before he can stop himself. Gerard blinks, head snapping back a little as though the statement has startled him. For a moment, Frank regrets it, mentally scolding himself with his father's voice as it echoes about his head with lectures of inappropriateness. Then, Gerard's eyes soften.
"Every day," he pauses to check the desk for anymore items to take and, when he finds none, turns to nod at Frank. "Goodnight, Sir."
As Gerard gets to the doorway, Frank adds, "It's Frank."
Gerard stops and smiles, now with a lot less solemn and more amusement. "It's still going to take some convincing, Sir." (39,000 words)
author:anoceanmonster  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  beings:animals.dogs  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:char.death.minor(past)  concept:char.death.minor  concept:literature  concept:family  condition:illness  occupation:butler  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:frottage  smut:fucking  smut:handjob  setting:mansion/palace  setting:funeral  period:19th.century  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2013.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-08  recced:2013-09 
september 2013 by turlough
anonymous: Late Bloomer
REC: The one where Gerard, fresh out of high school and still closeted even to himself, meets Frank the hot punk kid at the big family wedding. A reallly nice story with a great teenaged!Gerard characterisation. He felt very real with his awkwardness and hangups and intense need to always be creating. And his and Frank's mutual smitten-ness is totally adorable. (2013-08-25)
QUOTE: "You wanna read it?" Frank asks Mikey, holding out the comic; Gerard leaves them to it, running an absent hand through his hair - so what if he has to wipe it on his jeans after - and pulling out his markers to add some color to the werewolf wedding drawing. The concept is kind of growing on him; he changes a couple of lines, adding emphasis to others, to turn the priest into a slayer with a silver cross extended as the guests cower back from the monster breaking out of the groom's suit.
There's a sequence forming in his head, the full moon rising over the window sill, the priest tugging the terrified bride behind him as he lifts a shotgun from the altar - Gerard flips a page, frantically sketching out panels - the werewolf howls to the sky as the wedding guests overturn their chairs and run for the door... no, wait. Fakeout; the guests overturn their chairs so it *looks* like they're running, and then the angle cuts to the bride, who's growing fangs and fur behind the priest's oblivious back. End with the big double doors and sounds of slaughter. Maybe blood seeping underneath... Gerard finished scribbling down the outline and flips back a couple of pages, contemplating. Undead Abe versus the Werewolf Wedding Party *would* be really fucking cool to draw...
"Whoa." Frank's voice - impressed voice, some stupid part of Gerard's brain insists on noticing - is really close, and Gerard starts so badly that he almost topples off the edge of the bed. "Shit." Frank grabs his shoulder, holding him upright as Gerard blinks at him, trying to recover the power of speech. "Sorry, dude. Are those *zombies*?"
"…Yeah." Gerard closes his sketchpad and stuffs it back into his bag, pulling - *totally* smoothly - away from Frank's grip on his shoulder in the process. Mikey is making eyebrow faces at him, because he's Mikey, but Frank doesn't seem to notice anything off so Gerard ignores him.
"*Awesome*." Frank even sound like he means it; Gerard shrugs uncomfortably, opening his mouth to say something - he doesn't even know what, the awkwardness is just poking at him, sharp-edged. He's preempted, thankfully, by a loud knock on the door, and then it's all hurrying to get shoes on while his mom waits impatiently, tapping her foot. (24,850 words)
author:anonymous  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  activity:coming.out  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:art  occupation:student.high.school  occupation:student.college  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  setting:wedding  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-09  recced:2013-08 
august 2013 by turlough
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
ellen_fremedon: Twenty-Year Man
REC: Lord Ivan Vorpatril and Byerly Vorrutyer, making Vorbarr Sultana safe for (highly limited experiments in) democracy. I haven't read the books (the few things I know about them I learned from AJ Hall's Harry Potter crossover 'Time Shall Not Mend' - part of the Pendleverse) but back in November 2011 someone somewhere recced this in a way that made it sound interesting. And since I was bored at the time I decided to take a look and it *was* interesting. And charming and sweet, with engaging characters and great dialogue. It's hasn't converted me to the fandom in any way, but it has definitely made me look closer at any Ivan/Byerly stories that I come across. (2012-01-07)
QUOTE: Detailed as By's account had been, Ivan thought it was still the abridged version; his eyes were dark-circled, and he had a twitch in one eyelid, like he'd swapped out sleep for coffee one morning too many.
Or, no, not just the one morning. "By, how long can you keep this up?" Ivan asked. "This - this life." He gestured vaguely at the suit and the gloves and the haggard face.
Byerly smiled, the little self-deprecating one that Ivan didn't know how to read. "How long can you keep up yours?" He did sit down then, crossing his feet at the ankles and letting his head fall heavily back. "You've been a Service clown longer than I've been an informer - you must be a twenty-year man by now."
"Depends how you figure it," Ivan said. "For the full officer's pension, they count years in the commission, not in the uniform."
"Oh, my mistake. So you hit your Twenty, Observed, in what, a year?"
"Six months." He hadn't meant it to sound quite so grim.
"And then what?" By wanted to know. "Will they keep you on?"
"They're hardly going to ask me for my resignation. Nepotism still counts for something in the service."
"No," By agreed. "They'll just observe - as an observation - how nice it is to have so many talented young people seeking to enter the profession, and what a pity it is they can't find suitable places for all of them."
Ivan stared. "Dear god. My mother didn't say *that* to you, did she?"
"I don't know why you persist in this delusion that I have anything but a slight social acquaintance with Lady Alys," Byerly demurred.
"I'm so sorry," said Ivan wholeheartedly.
"Don't be. It's true. I'm getting too old to keep chasing around with young hotheads, and I've established exactly the wrong reputation for the old hotheads, the ones who turn respectable and dangerous in middle age, to want me around." He eyed Ivan narrowly. "You, on the other hand -"
"Not a chance," Ivan said. "I don't sell my friends out for money."
"I don't *just* sell them out for the money," By snapped.
"No, you don't. Sorry." Ivan snorted. "You've been of more service to the Imperium than I have." By frowned, and Ivan added, "Don't give me credit for the stunts my cousin's pulled me into."
"Since you insist on it so strenuously, I won't," he agreed. "So, what will you do, Ivan? Fill out your twice-twenty-years fetching coffee? I ask merely for information," he said, when Ivan didn't answer.
"I don't know," Ivan said. "I *like* my job. I just - I don't know how I'll like it in five years, when the people who sign my reports start to get younger than me."
author:ellen_fremedon  fandom:Vorkosigan.Saga  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  concept:politics  condition:PTSD  occupation:military  occupation:spy/secret.agent  occupation:politician  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  setting:mansion/palace  setting:office  pairing:Byerly.Vorrutyer/Ivan.Vorpatril(primary)  pov:Ivan.Vorpatril  challenge:2011.Kink.Bingo  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2011-07  recced:2012-01 
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
Aria: No Second Coming
REC: The one where they remember and Will corrects mistakes. This is an absolutely wonderful story. I love the way they're all written as adults and the way the writer uses myth and legend to weave a story that feels like an organic continuation of the books. And the atmosphere and mood is just perfect. It's the story I've unconsciously been waiting for ever since I first read the books almost thirty years ago. (2013-07-10)
QUOTE: Will did not say 'How are you'; Will did not ask foolish questions. Bran said "Hello" and Will said, "Barney Drew left me to look after his dog for the week. Lovely fellow, spaniel by the name of Ector. Did you find the puppies good homes?"
"Every last one," Bran said, smiling into the phone. "Where's Barney, then?"
"Went to Cornwall with Jane," Will said. "Her students are off for the week. Easter hols."
"Poor Jenny," said Bran. "Doomed to school forever."
"Poor Bran," Will said gently. "Doomed to Clwyd forever."
"That's my own choice -" Bran started in indignation. "Now none of your tricks, English. I like it here. If you've gone worrying I'm becoming a hermit, visit me." He heard Will's beginning protest, and added, swift as thought, "I can't leave my animals any more than you can leave yours. You want me to have company, convince Barney to come out here and paint Cader Idris. That should be just as authentic as those Cornish villages. More. Tell him Wales is the real thing, boyo, if he wants good illustrations for those Arthurian books he should come visit."
He stopped, feeling winded, not physically but in his soul. With only Rowlands and the other taciturn tenant shepherds for company, or the Evanses now and again if they ran into him with a message, he sometimes forgot how many unspoken words he kept bottled up. Bran Davies the cork, Will Stanton the corkscrew.
"I'll tell him," Will said, laughing. "Word for word." And in his easy way he was speaking again, of the sheepdog he'd treated the week before, of his growing fondness for cats, of his brother Max's instant and somewhat alarming friendly rivalry with Barney upon their introduction, of Simon's upcoming wedding. There was nowhere in all the harmless talk that Will's voice so much as hinted Bran should leave Clwyd and come to London, but all the same Bran was left with the powerful feeling that Will Stanton was worried for him, and missed him dearly.
"If Simon ever actually announces his wedding day," Bran said, with a little difficulty, "I'll give my dogs to Rowlands for the week and come for it. If I'm invited, mind."
Through hundreds of miles he could feel Will relaxing. "June, Elaine said. You'll have your invitation." (16,870 words)
author:aria  fandom:Dark.Is.Rising  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:category:het  beings:animals.dogs  concept:magic  things:memories  things:dreams  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  relationship:marriage  geography:UK:Wales  geography:UK:England  pairing:Bran.Davies/Will.Stanton(primary)  pairing:Simon.Drew/OFC(primary)  pov:Will.Stanton  pov:Bran.Davies  pov:Jane.Drew  pov:Barney.Drew  pov:Simon.Drew  challenge:2010.Yuletide  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2010-12  recced:2013-07  time:future  fic:genre:character.study  fic:source:book 
august 2013 by turlough
Ione: The Conscience of the Queen
REC: When the new Lady Peter begins receiving threatening notes, she decides to solve this mystery on her own. A lovely written story with a great Harriet characterisation and an atmosphere and plot that fits it perfectly into the Wimsey universe. (2013-07-08)
QUOTE: Peter bent and kissed her. "It is time to dress for dinner - though our guests are only Mary and Charles. They probably would not mind if you sat down in a raincoat and pyjamas."
"Except Mary would want to go home and fetch her raincoat and pyjamas," she retorted, kissing him back. "Even marriage to the Yard will not cure her from being socially correct." She held his head in her hands, her gaze searching his, and then kissed him again, and he felt a wordless question, though he could not frame an answer. Except, perhaps, through his kiss.
It seemed to suffice. She smiled as she let him go, and he said, "Feeling more the thing today? Or two things, should I say?"
She laughed a little at the sally. "I thought I had better get back to my book." She patted the neat piles at her side: original and carbon copy. "It's cruel to leave my chief witness stuck for weeks on that muddy road with that spy concealed in the boot."
"How cruel you authors are," he observed, regarding the discarded carbons. "I should not like to fall into one's toils. Except yours. You may put me in your book, if you like. You may do anything you wish with me - how is that for reckless abandon? - so long as I may be a trifle taller, and oh, twenty years younger. You might also shorten my parrot's beak if you would be so good." He tapped his nose significantly.
"But then you would be so much less interesting. The world is full of tall men with short noses and all the callowness of twenty-five. If I do all that, in order to keep you interesting I very much fear I shall have to make you the villain."
"Better a villain than the hapless subject of Phaedrus's fox."
"Phaedrus's fox?" she asked, as he plucked up the top sheet of her carbon paper, and held it to the light.
He lowered the paper. "'Personam tragicam forte vulpes viderat. O quanta species,' inquit, 'cerebrum non habet!' Dear Harriet. I encourage you to be profligate with these carbon papers." He ran a long finger over the pale stripes where the blue ink had been typed away. "This one is so used the copies must be faint as invisible ink. And you know that just invites the imps of mischief to lose your originals." (13,010 words)
author:ione  fandom:Lord.Peter.Wimsey  fic:category:het  fic:genre:character.study  beings:aristocrats  things:anonymous.letters  occupation:writer  relationship:established  setting:mansion/palace  setting:café/diner/restaurant  geography:UK:London  pov:Harriet.Vane  challenge:2009.Yuletide  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2009-12  recced:2013-07  time:future  fic:source:book  pairing:Harriet.Vane/Lord.Peter.Wimsey(primary) 
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
onceuponamoon: Companion
REC: Frank works in the office at a caregiving company and Gerard is one of their new caregivers. A nice little story, nothing special but a good way to while away a couple of evenings. I liked the slow pace of their relationship development. (2013-07-28)
QUOTE: He shuffles his papers over his keyboard, scanning it for the next question, watching Gerard scoot back farther into the chair out of his periphery. "Alright, how about you tell me some qualities about yourself that you're proud of?"
Biting at his lower lip, Gerard almost... deflates. "Well," he says, shrugging a little bit. "I'm creative? And I'm pretty patient. I mean, you have to be, with art - and the elderly. Gramma's been very clear about me not rushing her anywhere for anything."
Around a sympathetic chuckle, Frank asks, "Anything else?"
"Um." Gerard shakes his head. "None that I can think of right now."
"That's okay. What about things you'd like to improve on?" Frank unfolds his hands, leans back a bit in his chair. He's already fucking antsy, jonesing for a cigarette and to get up and fucking *move around*, jesus. Desk jobs suck.
A bitter laugh starts Frank back into focus.
"A load of things. My communication skills, for one. Mikey's always saying I'm completely socially inept, which I definitely think is true -"
"Oh, please," Frank says, half-grinning as he waves a hand, "I think you're doing just fine."
Ducking his head, Gerard blushes and goes quiet.
The rest of the interview goes well, surprisingly enough. Aside from the shatteringly low self-esteem, this Gerard guy is actually really interesting. He keeps the conversation going relatively well, he doesn't use any flag-phrases, and he seems incredibly sincere about everything. Sure, he doesn't have a world (hardly any, if Frank's being real with himself) of experience, but at least he's honest. And that's all Frank's ever asked for.
Standing, Frank shakes Gerard's hand and - damned if he doesn't admit it - watches him go. This time, when he fills out the subsequent paperwork, Frank has a smile on his face as he remembers each answer. (34,290 words)
author:onceuponamoon  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  concept:ordinary.lives  condition:illness  occupation:office.worker  occupation:caretaker  occupation:artist/designer  things:comics  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  smut:fucking  setting:office  setting:bar/club  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2013.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-06  recced:2013-07 
july 2013 by turlough
akamine_chan: Take What I Want From Your Heart
REC: Ray loves his job, or, the one where Ray is a sex god. A lovely little glimpse of the band. (2013-07-21)
QUOTE: Male and female and everything in between. Deity of love and sex, life and death, lust and song and *magic*. In the end, they're all tied together and he's been them all.
He discovered, early on, that being a performer was a perfect way to channel all the energy from his worshipers, absorb it, and give it back as a blessing. Being a modern rock star, touring around the world, playing to packed stadiums and arenas, selling records, meeting fans - it beats the hell out of being a troubadour, or bard.
If nothing else, the accommodations are better.
Ray's been trying to puzzle out for years, what draws the fans to the band, *this* band. (571 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  activity:performing  beings:gods  concept:music  concept:magic  setting:on.tour  tour:2006-2007.Black.Parade  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Ray  challenge:2013.Ray.Fest-A-Thon  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-07  recced:2013-07 
july 2013 by turlough
annemari: Where Is Your Boy Tonight
REC: Gerard and Mikey out at a club, a prequel to 'You're a Matter of Urgency'. This is a lovely glimpse of the beginning of Gerard and Mikey's relationship with a wonderful Gerard characterisation. His fierce protectivness of Mikey, his worries and doubts and his all-consuming love are written just right. And as usual her Way brothers interaction is just perfect. (2013-07-21)
QUOTE: The dude pushes Gerard aside and shoves Mikey, hard. Mikey hits the wall, and Gerard hears his shout of pain even over the music.
Gerard doesn't think, he just lunges. The dude goes down, which Gerard honestly didn't expect. He takes advantage of it, getting a couple of punches in, never mind if they're kind of off target, before someone drags him off - Ray, it's Ray. The other dude scrambles up, and fuck, Gerard wants to smash his face in, but Ray's holding him back.
"You ever come near him again, I'll fucking kill you," Gerard says, staring right at the dude's face. His lip and nose are bleeding. A part of Gerard is shocked, but mostly the sight brings him a weird sort of satisfaction. (Fuck, he's a *pacifist*.)
The guy turns around and books it, disappearing into the crowd near the doors, not even looking back. Gerard quickly shakes Ray off and goes to Mikey. *Fuck*, he should have done that right away.
Mikey's leaning against the wall, looking a little dazed. "Mikey," Gerard says, hands going to Mikey's shoulders. "Mikey, are you okay?"
Mikey blinks and makes eye contact with Gerard, and nods. Gerard moves his hand to the back of Mikey's head, remembering how he smacked against the wall. "Are you sure?" Gerard asks. He tries to feel for a bump, or for blood, anything, but his hands are shaking - *he's* shaking and Mikey's not saying anything and the club is dark and loud.
"Come on," Gerard says, and pulls Mikey away from the wall, carefully sneaking his arm around Mikey's back and leading him to the bathroom. He vaguely hears Ray call out to him, but he ignores it. It can wait. (5,510 words)
author:annemaris  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  activity:brawling  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  condition:injury  occupation:student.college  relationship:brothers  relationship:Waycest  relationship:established  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  setting:bar/club  location:Way.basement  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary)  pov:Gerard  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-07  recced:2013-07 
july 2013 by turlough
synonomy: Food For Thought
REC: Gerard has a crush on the hot guy at Subway. A very sweet story and I really like how Gerard and his anxieties are written. The way he's slowly gaining a little more confidence in himself felt very real. (2013-07-21)
QUOTE: He wants to go back immediately the next day, but in the end just gets too hung up on the idea that it's completely obvious; like somehow Frank would see him and know *why*, so he doesn't. But the day after, he does give in.
"Oh, hi, again!" Frank says brightly as Gerard steps up to the counter. It's not as busy today, but Gerard still feels anxious anyway. "How was your veggie sub?"
"Yeah," Gerard says, because he's utterly useless. "I mean, it was good."
"Told you," Frank says smugly. "It's always great showing people the light." Gerard had actually got a couple of bites into his sandwich before really wishing it had something other than vegetables in it, but he's not going to tell Frank that. "What can I get for you today, then? Same again?" He smiles at Gerard - this wide, angelic quirk of the lips that lights up his whole face under the visor of his uniform cap.
"Sure," Gerard says helplessly, and Frank practically beams at him, reaching for the bread.
"No peppers or onions, right?" he asks, and Gerard nods, surprised he even remembers. He can't help but watch Frank's hands as he puts the sandwich together, eyeing the art sprawling over his forearms and elbows and disappearing up under his shirt sleeves. He's got letters on his knuckles that no doubt spell something; some gorgeous robed woman that Gerard suspects is a saint on his left forearm, but it's hard to see. He's dying to have a proper look and ask Frank about them, but he can't think of a way to comment on Frank's ink even casually without both looking *and* feeling like a huge creep, so he keeps his mouth shut.
"You wouldn't last long in my family," Frank says, startling Gerard back to reality. He meets Gerard's eyes and grins, elaborating; "No peppers or onions. That *really* wouldn't go down well in a house full of Italians. Though I suppose you do have the bread and the dressing, so maybe they'd let you off."
"I like cheese and pasta?" Gerard offers lamely, and is highly gratified when Frank laughs. It's high and free, almost a giggle. (8,760 words)
author:synonomy  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  activity:therapy  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:barista/bartender/waiter  occupation:shop.assistant  occupation:artist/designer  relationship:UST  setting:café/diner/restaurant  setting:office  geography:US:New.York  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Gerard  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-06  recced:2013-07 
july 2013 by turlough
gorgeousnerd: Well, I Changed For Good
REC: Frank is a werewolf that changes when it gets cold. Gerard should be one too but isn't. When they meet again ten years later things go both very wrong and very right. This is a wonderful story. Gripping and intense and heartbreaking, with a perfect ending. The characterisations are awesome. Both those of Frank and Gerard as well as those of Ray and Dewees. I particularly found the interaction between Gerard and Ray, and between Frank and Dewees a joy to read. Best friends forever! I also really liked the little canon details included in the story and the way the band's early story was used. I have a feeling this story will be added to my regular re-read list, just like her two earlier werewolf stories have been. (2013-07-14) This is such a wonderful story. Gripping and intense and heartbreaking, and the ending is absolutely perfect. The characterisations of both Frank and Gerard are excellent and the ups and downs of their relationship makes for fascinating reading. I'm also madly in love with the way the friendship between Gerard and Ray and between Frank and Dewees is written. It's definitely one of the high points of the story for me. Something else I really liked was the way small canon details were incorporated into the story and how it used the band's early history. Despite only being a year old I've already re-read it a couple of times and it looks to become a regular among my go-to stories when I'm in need of an engrossing and gripping read. (2014-07-16)
QUOTE: "If you don't like the pizza, I have nachos," Dewees said mildly. Frank chewed angrily in his direction.
The doorbell rang, and Frank froze. Literally. But it was fucking Los Angeles, it *couldn't* get drafty. And even if it could, Frank was in three layers of sweaters in a well-heated house. The goosebumps on his arm were just hangover sensitivity.
"'S open!" Dewees yelled before licking his fingers clean of nacho cheese.
The door slid open, carrying a breeze with it that was... well, it wasn't cold, it never could be this far south, but there was definitely the reminder of cold in the air. It was the kind of chill that always came in the fall, the point that had told Frank for years that it was time to give up on his shit for a few months and run around on all fours.
But it was October, so it was probably just LA's pretensions at being autumn for five seconds. Fucking poser city.
"Hey!" a voice said from behind Frank. Feet were stomping on the floor louder than they should have, but that didn't mean anything. Just dudes making noise. "You already ate half a pizza?"
"That was my bribe to keep Frankie from running off." Dewees was staring at his beer bottle like it would give him the secrets of the universe. "Ray, Frank. Where did Gerard go?"
"Bathroom." A guy with a friendly grin and really intense hair plopped down on the other end of the sofa from Frank, waving a light-up toy sword around. "Hey. I install stereos for Dewees."
Dewees nodded sagely. "I wouldn't have half my business if this guy wasn't around."
The dude - Ray - scrubbed his fingers through his curls. He looked kind of shy, but pleased. Frank gave him a nod as a hello.
"Nice to meet you," Ray said. "Dewees has been talking for weeks about how spectacularly your car died."
"It wasn't spectacular." Frank resisted the urge to scowl. Barely. "It wasn't anything."
Dewees was usually a genius with cars, but even he hadn't been able to exorcise whatever demons or gremlins had fucked with that shit. He'd told Frank it was probably because he'd lost his brains doing stereos for so long and passed it to a friend who knew more about insides, but that hadn't done any good either.
"So where are you from?" Ray asked as he dug into the pepperoni.
Ray looked practically like he could lift off with the smile that spread on his face. "Get out! Me too. And Gerard... Gerard! Frank's from back home."
"For real?"
Frank froze, arm outstretched to grab another slice of pizza. It couldn't be.
The guy who rounded the couch didn't look like the guy from Frank's memory. But then, it had been... fuck, nearly a decade? Frank looked older. This guy didn't, not much. He looked a little leaner, a little more washed, and his hair was definitely not that fire-engine red before.
But his eyes met Frank's, and -
"I'm going to take a piss," Frank blurted, getting to his feet.
Everyone was probably staring at him, but he couldn't turn away from the guy's focus. Gerard. Ray had called him Gerard. How had Frank never known his name? (33,210 words)
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author:gorgeousnerd  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:angst  fic:source:book  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  activity:rescue  activity:vehicle.breakdown  beings:werewolves  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:addiction  concept:char.death(temporary)  concept:sobriety  concept:supernatural  condition:illness  condition:injury  things:memories  things:dreams  occupation:writer  occupation:mechanic  smut:handjob  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  challenge:2013.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-06  recced:2013-07  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
july 2013 by turlough
synonomy: Professional Healers
REC: Frank never wanted to be a pediatrician. The one where Frank is a doctor and he and Gerard tries to take things slow. This is such a happymaking story. I love the everyday atmosphere and the slow way their relationship develops. The characterisations are really good and the sex is superhot. I particularly like the way the writer plays with the dom-sub-top-bottom-penetration-penetrated clichés. (2013-07-07)
QUOTE: "Come on, Little Drac. Time to go see the doctor."
Okay, that is probably the most adorable nickname Frank has ever heard, and he's heard a *lot*. He doesn't realize he's grinning until he catches Bob's eye, at which point he tries to school his face into something approaching professional. 'Doctor Iero,' he thinks to himself. 'You are a fucking doctor.'
Drake doesn't move, completely ignoring his father, thumbs clicking furiously. "*Drake*," Mr. Way says pointedly. Still no response. Mr. Way sighs and stands up, looking at Frank apologetically. "Sorry."
Frank waves a hand dismissively. "Kids, right?"
Drake suddenly looks up. "I'm not a *kid*," he says scathingly, as though Frank had just called him a motherfucker or something. "I'm nearly ten."
Frank tries not to laugh. He approaches them, holding out his hand for Drake to shake. "Oh, my apologies, sir. May I call you Drake?"
Drake regards him warily. "You're the doctor?" he asks.
Frank nods. "I am."
Drake stares at him, openly looking him over. Frank's always liked that about kids, the way they don't care at all about what is supposedly socially acceptable. "You don't *look* like a doctor." He wrinkles his nose. "And you smell funny."
"*Drake*," Mr. Way admonishes, face coloring.
Frank does laugh, then. "Yeah, sorry about that. My last patient wasn't anywhere near as grown up as you, see. So, can I call you Drake? You can call me Frank." He still has his hand out. Drake still looks suspicious, but Frank holds his eyes and waits, smiling, and eventually, it pays off. Slowly, cautiously, Drake extends his own smaller hand, puts it in Frank's and shakes for all of a second before pulling it back.
"Okay," he says.
"Cool," Frank says. He turns back to Mr. Way, who seems speechless, mouth open. Frank just smiles and kind of shrugs, gestures again for them to follow him. This time, Drake complies. He trails behind them, face already back in his game, and Mr. Way falls into step next to Frank. Frank has long since stopped being able to smell himself (just his luck that the one time there's a hot guy in his practice he stinks of fucking toddler vomit, *awesome*) but stood close like this, he can just about pick up on Mr. Way's aftershave, or shower gel, or whatever that really nice fruity smell is. Frank has his work cut out acting casual, here.
Mr. Way leans close. "How did you do that?" he asks quietly. "He usually just grunts at me."
Frank tries not to look too pleased with himself. "I'm not just a pretty face."
The noise Mr. Way makes is somewhere between a laugh and a splutter. "I, uh. I love the artwork." He points to the corridor walls. "Under the sea, right? Always goes down well with kids. Drake used to love that movie Finding Nemo when he was younger. Nowadays it's all blood and gore, though. I've seen the kinds of games he plays."
"And you're okay with that?" Frank asks lightly.
Mr. Way kind of shrugs. "I know a lot of parents would probably give me flack for it, but I've always tried to let him make his own decisions. You know, within reason. And to be honest, I can't say I'm surprised. I love that sh- that stuff, myself."
"Yeah, I wouldn't cuss in here, it's an offense punishable by *death*, apparently. And - blood and gore?"
"Horror," Mr. Way clarifies, laughing a little. He talks with his hands a lot, Frank notices. "I mean, as a genre, not so much just blood and gore for the sake of it, but it tends to, like, overlap."
"Ah, so it runs in the family," Frank says, and Mr. Way gives him this shy little smile. 'Fuck, *doctor doctor doctor*.' Frank stops in front of his office, lets them in and shuts the door after them, waving them into the seats in front of his desk. (34,880 words)
author:synonomy  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  activity:drinking  activity:performing  beings:kids  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:addiction  concept:sobriety  occupation:doctor/nurse  occupation:teacher  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  smut:gag  setting:clinic/hospital  setting:bar/club  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2013.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-06  recced:2013-07 
july 2013 by turlough
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Stay A Little; News Will Find You
REC: Grant is a journalist in New Los Angeles. One morning he stumbles over a club kid passed out in front of his apartment door. Soon Gerard has joined Grant's flock of nameless cats as an unofficial resident and lends his hacking skills to the corporate corruption story Grant's working on. This is a wonderful story. Just the right read for a Sunday afternoon. I love how Grant and his infatuation with Gerard is written. And the way the story portrays Gerard's transition from lost youth to self-assured adult. The futuristic setting is so sharp and vivid and Grant and Gerard's domesticity totally adorable. (2013-06-23)
QUOTE: "Writing what? Letters to mama? Recipes? The great American novel?" This kid is a smartass, christ.
"I'm Scottish, so I wouldn't be writing any great American novels," Grant points out. "And I'm a journalist, if you must know."
Gerard tilts his head to the side, one eye slitting open. "Fuck me sideways, you're the guy from Helix."
"I am the guy," Grant agrees. He gets the weirdest subset of people recognizing him, seriously, but this might take the cake.
"I read that magazine all the time. Jesus. You're, like... incredible."
Grant laughs. "I assume you mean that literally."
"No, I mean. I'm a programm - *hacker*. I swear to god, I've seen some of the stuff you talk about," Gerard explains.
"Sure that's not a side effect of the drugs, kitten?"
"I'm not a fucking burnout," Gerard says witheringly. Pretty rich for a kid who he'd plucked off of his doormat this morning. "I just like to have a good time."
"Found it yet?" Grant questions mildly.
"Found fucking great times," he replies defiantly.
"And the hooking?" Grant turns and asks, eyebrow raised.
Gerard just shrugs. "I like giving blow jobs. Might as well get something else out of it sometimes."
"There's no money in programming?" Grant drawls.
"Not looking like this," Gerard snaps back. "Should I cut my hair and put on a necktie?"
"You can do whatever you want, kitten. Wanna tell me about some of these things you've seen? Wouldn't want to keep you from the clubs, of course. Maybe some other time? An interview will net you at least a decent meal." The kid's too pale, like he hasn't seen a vegetable for a while. And fuck him sideways, Grant is really fucking getting old.
Gerard shrugs. "I can show you. Wouldn't be hard to hack in again. Everyone you write about is stupid. I do actually need to meet up with someone tonight, but I can come back tomorrow." He leans over and snags his boots, shoving his feet back into the scuffed leather, then shrugs into the ugly-as-sin red jacket that matches his hair.
Grant just watches him for a minute before saying, "Oh, and Gerard?" The kid looks up, probably at hearing his actual name. "Knock this time."
Gerard flashes him a smile. "Will do. See you." He's out the door, and Grant turns back to his computer. Well. That was interesting. A cat jumps into his lap, and he pets it. (22,760 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:cyberpunk  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  activity:detoxing  activity:hacking  activity:cuddling  things:Gerard's.red.hair  beings:Grant.Morrison  beings:animals.cats  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:addiction  concept:sobriety  condition:overdose  occupation:journalist  occupation:hacker/programmer  occupation:hooker  relationship:UST  relationship:friendship  smut:fucking  smut:blowjob  setting:bar/club  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence  pairing:Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pov:Grant.Morrison  challenge:2013.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-06  recced:2013-06  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
june 2013 by turlough
tuesdaysgone: Lovers in Combat
REC: Gerard hasn't been the same since the disastrous bout with deadmau5 and his and Frank's relationship is on the rocks. When mysterious businessman Grant Morrison contacts Mad Gear Mechanicals with a sponsorship offer with strings attached, Frank has to decide if he can trust Gerard to get them to the championship. I did the art for this story and I read it three times during the process and now I've read it once again. I still love it enormously. It's got fabulous worldbuilding and wonderful character interactions. I particularly like the way Frank and Gerard's fraught relationship and the friendship between Frank and Ray are written. I also love that the story also has a "real" plot that feels just as important as the romance. And the way Grant is used as a kind of catalyst, both for resovling Mad Gear's situation and the hopeless tangle of Frank and Gerard's relationship, is just right. (2013-06-23)
QUOTE: "We read the news," Frank puts in, earning himself a glare from Gerard.
"The news," Morrison - Grant - muses. "A stellar source of all the truth you could hope to make up. Well, some of it is true, anyway. There was a biofeedback implant. And it was most certainly released too soon, before all of the bugs had been worked out of it. The newspapers won't tell you how I was pressured into that decision, however."
"You resigned," Ray puts in. "Made you look sort of guilty."
"I took responsibility," Grant corrects. "Because it was my name on those chips, after all. My name on the building. I scuttled the company and retired, because I still could do that, at least. I kept working on the chips, though, because I believed in them. And I still do."
Frank looks over at Gerard, who is practically twitching out of his seat next to Frank on the couch, probably biting his tongue to hold back some sort of starry-eyed assurance that he believes in Grant too. "You two need some alone time?" he hisses in Gerard's ear.
"Fuck you," Gerard mumbles.
"That's getting around a bit," Frank comments. "But I'm game if he is." Gerard makes an incoherent noise in response and Frank smirks and tunes back into the conversation. Ray had kept asking questions about the chips, but Mikey is watching Frank and Gerard with narrowed eyes. Frank makes eye contact with Grant, who looks momentarily amused.
"I really don't understand what this has to do with us," Frank admits.
"Of course you don't," Grant replies. "I haven't gotten to the thrilling audiovisual portion of things yet." He smirks and reaches for the controller for the entertainment system, then taps a bit on his tablet. The large wall-mounted screen lights up, at first only displaying static, which Frank soon realizes is a vid-feed from some sort of small surveillance camera. It's showing a familiar setting - the interior of a typical UFC training ring, blocky mecha bodies lit up and waiting for their controllers. The podium is empty at first, but soon an indistinct figure steps up to the controls. It's no one Frank recognizes, and looking around at his teammates, he sees similar expressions on their faces. They're all waiting to see something unusual.
It doesn't take long. The second fighter steps up to his console, but he doesn't sit in the command chair like the first fighter had, just takes an easy stance by the board. He taps on his forearm and a gasp escapes Frank's throat as a blue-white glow coalesces around his arm. He hears gasps from the guys as well and realizes they are all probably drawing the same conclusions.
"No fucking way," Frank says, but the next few seconds of the vid prove him wrong, as the mechas roar to life in the background of the shot. The vid wavers for a few seconds, tilts crazily, and then cuts off.
"That's not possible," Ray adds, looking back at Grant. (25,960 words)
author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:crossover  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:action/adventure  universe:Professional.Griefers  activity:brawling  activity:drinking  activity:hacking  activity:kidnapping  activity:sabotage  beings:Grant.Morrison  beings:deadmau5  things:mecha  things:motorbike  concept:ordinary.lives  condition:injury  condition:PTSD  occupation:mechanic  occupation:hacker/programmer  occupation:mecha.fighter  occupation:scientist  relationship:breakup  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  relationship:poly  smut:fucking  smut:frottage  smut:threesome  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pairing:Frank/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2013.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-06  recced:2013-06  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  activity:mecha.fighting 
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