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recent bookmarks from turloughturps: untitled ficlet2016-03-24T21:17:47+00:00
http://turps.dreamwidth.org/1102877.html?thread=23394333#cmt23394333
turloughQUOTE: "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:2016-01https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:ed9c7396dd2f/turps: untitled ficlet2016-03-24T21:14:19+00:00
http://turps.dreamwidth.org/1102877.html?thread=23388445#cmt23388445
turloughQUOTE: "This is awesome!" Hands on his hips, Frank looks at himself in the mirror, unable to hide his grin as he walks forward, his hoofshoes clattering against the ground. "No one will recognise us in this." (170 words)]]>author:turps fandom:Bandom fic:category:gen fic:genre:fluff concept:ordinary.lives occupation:spy/secret.agent band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Frank +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2016-01 recced:2016-01https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:0db1c9b501be/turps: untitled ficlet2016-03-24T21:11:12+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/5803444
turloughQUOTE: "Sometimes I never thought we'd get here," Gerard agrees, a giant mug of hot chocolate clutched in his hands as he takes a few steps, careful of the slippery surface as he makes his way toward Mikey. "But here we are." (250 words)(also at http://turps.dreamwidth.org/1102877.html?thread=23393309#cmt23393309 )]]>author:turps fandom:Bandom fic:category:gen fic:genre:fluff holiday:Christmas relationship:brothers things:snow time:post-band band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Mikey +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2016-01 recced:2016-01https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:bc7b6900bb4e/syrupwit: untitled ficlet2016-03-23T16:50:37+00:00
http://syrupwit.dreamwidth.org/2775.html?thread=1495#cmt1495
turloughQUOTE: Sometimes, Poison dreams of the ocean. He dreams of walking for miles along a beach, trudging through hot loose sand to the firmer, darker areas at the water's edge. (128 words)]]>author:syrupwit fandom:Bandom fic:category:gen fic:genre:AU universe:Danger.Days things:dreams band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Party.Poison +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2016-01 recced:2016-01https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:7658adfdef29/syrupwit: untitled ficlet2016-03-23T16:47:57+00:00
http://syrupwit.dreamwidth.org/2775.html?thread=1239#cmt1239
turloughQUOTE: "You ever get tired of red?" Ghoul's face and Poison's were very close. Their legs tangled together. Their breathing had evened out. (142 words)]]>author:syrupwit fandom:Bandom fic:category:slash fic:genre:AU universe:Danger.Days things:Gerard's.red.hair band:My.Chemical.Romance pairing:Fun.Ghoul/Party.Poison(primary) pov:Party.Poison +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2016-01 recced:2016-01https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:9d20d3962e5d/lucifuge5: Icicles2016-03-23T16:44:36+00:00
http://lucifuge5.dreamwidth.org/124561.html?thread=1002641#cmt1002641
turloughQUOTE: Having never really suffered from being too cold, Ray would let Gerard slide his feet under Ray's thighs whenever they used to sit in the back of the van. Occasionally, he'd send a prayer to whoever was listening that Gerard's feet wouldn't freeze his balls. (246 words)]]>author:lucifuge5 fandom:Bandom fic:category:slash fic:genre:fluff relationship:established band:My.Chemical.Romance pairing:Gerard/Ray(primary) pov:Ray +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2016-01 recced:2016-01https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:fe641ad5ba12/ermengarde: Evil Blue Coffee-Blocking Heart2016-03-23T16:41:22+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/5678947
turloughQUOTE: "MIKEY!" Frank banged on the door again. "I'm coming in, your dick better not be out."
Mikey's dick was asleep in his pajamas, under his comforter, just like Mikey's brain wanted to be... Well, not the pajamas bit, that would be kinda weird, but, like, asleep and cosy and... The door opened and Mikey sighed. Apparently it was morning now.
"'the fuck, Frankie?" Mikey whined plaintively. Frank could sometimes be made to feel guilt.
"There's a fucking *THING* in our fucking KITCHEN, and it has fucking TENTACLES!"
"Wha..?" Mikey was not good before coffee. He cracked one eye open, slowly and keeping it screwed up against the nasty painful daylight. Frank was hopping from foot to foot like a manic Christmas elf and he was NOT holding coffee. Mikey closed his eye again.
"It was between me and the coffee maker Mikes, it was between me and the DOOR!" (719 words)]]>author:ermengarde fandom:Bandom fic:category:gen fic:genre:fluff beings:monsters things:tentacles location:Way-Iero.apartment band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Mikey +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2016-01 recced:2016-01https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:91f4aeace24a/akamine_chan: Outtakes from the Life of Dinosaurs2015-11-20T22:33:48+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/4956076
turloughQUOTE: "Aaaaand... action!"
Ray panned the camera around Frank and Gerard's kitchen. It was open and charming, warm sunlight slanting in from the windows.
"Hi everyone," Gerard chirped. "We're here at home, enjoying a well deserved break, taking the time to recover from our latest adventures. A faithful viewer sent us a dinosaur related product they found at their local grocery and today we're gonna give DinoEgg Oatmeal a whirl."
Frank helpfully brandished the colorful box toward the camera. "Normally, this kind of thing wouldn't be allowed in our house, because Gerard believes in eating only naturally-sourced, ethically-produced, harvested-under-a-blue-moon-by-children-blessed-by-the-Dalai-Lama-himself-oatmeal-"
"Fuck *off*," Gerard said, sotto voce.
Ray winced; that would be a tricky edit. (983 words)]]>author:akamine_chan fandom:Bandom fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:AU fic:genre:fluff concept:ordinary.lives concept:alternate.world occupation:scientist occupation:explorer relationship:established band:My.Chemical.Romance pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) pov:Ray +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2015-10 recced:2015-10 beings:animals.dinosaurshttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:788313ddd22c/akamine_chan: The Glam Rock Life2015-03-13T17:26:38+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/3480254
turloughQUOTE: His face was ashen in the mirror, unshaven and stubbly, reflecting his bone-deep tiredness. His hair was greasy and lank, his mouth tasted like death, and he was just barely holding on to consciousness.
Twelve hours from JFK to Abu Dhabi, an hour layover, and then another fourteen hours before landing in Melbourne, trapped in a tiny economy seat that felt claustrophobic even to him because there'd been nothing available in first class. That would teach him to impulse fly around the globe just because he fucking missed Gerard.
He grinned at himself, because he was stupidly ridiculous. Gerard had the next few days off, but Frank would be back on a plane the day after, racing against the clock to get back in time for his next show. (669 words)]]>author:akamine_chan fandom:Bandom fic:category:slash fic:genre:fluff relationship:established setting:on.tour geography:Australia band:My.Chemical.Romance band:Gerard.and.the.Hormones band:FrnkIero.and.the.Cellabration pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) pov:Frank +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2015-03 recced:2015-03https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:2f1df538305e/winterlover: Poison Pink2015-02-12T19:17:53+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/3292172
turloughQUOTE: He has no idea where Gerard managed to get the dye and the almost new towel from, but Poison knows better and doesn't ask.
He's busy enjoying the sensation of Gerard gently rubbing his head dry. And the towel's really soft, it's totally fluffy. It's so very different from the usual rags they use. It reminds him of - no, he doesn't want to think of the past. The present has to be good enough. It is good. And so fluffy!
"Hmm -" Gerard has pulled the towel away and runs his fingers through Poison's hair.
"Huh?" Poison looks up. (237 words)]]>author:winterlover artist:winterlover fandom:Bandom fic:category:slash fic:genre:AU art:technique:graphic art:technique:blend activity:hair.cutting/dyeing band:My.Chemical.Romance pairing:Gerard/Party.Poison(primary) pov:Party.Poison +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic !meta:rec:art posted:2015-02 recced:2015-02https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:34c9ecea4e72/prophetic: Used2015-01-24T22:13:03+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/3102179
turloughQUOTE: 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:2015-01https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:fd695fc2cc93/prophetic: Something Wicked This Way Comes2015-01-24T22:10:14+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/3101447
turloughQUOTE: "Stop talking." Ray's voice was tight. "We don't have time."
It was the fastest they'd set up a stage since the old days. Frank kicked a pile of wires. "This is stupid. Crazy."
"No," Ray said solemnly. "It's our duty. What true rock ‘n' roller wouldn't stand against demonic hordes if they were called upon?"
"Duty?" Frank glared. (200 words)]]>author:prophetic fandom:Bandom fic:category:gen fic:genre:urban.fantasy activity:performing concept:apocalypse concept:music band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Frank +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2015-01 recced:2015-01https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:d6ab869dd131/gorgeousnerd: First run2014-12-27T20:28:39+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/2799668
turloughQUOTE: 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:2014-12https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:a11acd9bd521/akamine_chan: Blood On Your Hands (Sharpest Lives 'verse 8)2014-12-19T01:51:13+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/2645420
turloughQUOTE: 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) universe:Danger.Dayshttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:42fdbb14e97e/inlovewithnight: Like Strangers Laugh2014-12-19T01:45:05+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/2707370
turloughQUOTE: "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:2014-12https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:a518199009c5/akamine_chan: Won't Stop Breathing2014-11-29T19:52:51+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/2617430
turloughQUOTE: "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.Dayshttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:10925e328534/akamine_chan: Misery You Choose2014-11-29T19:40:47+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/2403038
turloughQUOTE: 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 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 relationship:friendshiphttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:21c438103fb9/ermengarde: Frank Is Not A Purple People Eater2014-08-23T21:38:16+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/2186328
turloughQUOTE: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 )]]>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 author:ermengardehttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:5e882a63eda3/turps: Slash and Burn2014-08-10T15:11:58+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/2065620
turloughQUOTE: The problem with the Ways is, Ray thinks, they're fucking insane. Not always, sometimes whole days can go by when he's lulled into a false sense of security - whole days where for all outward appearances, the Ways are so-called 'normal' people, with their only eccentricities being a penchant for hair dye and excessive comic book reading.
And then there are days like today.
"This is a stupid idea." It's not the first time Ray's made that observation. Or the second or third. Hell, at this point he's probably into triple figures, but it's something that needs repeating. "A stupid fucking idea and you're going to end up eaten alive by a rose bush."
"Rose bushes don't eat you, they strangle," Gerard says, blase as he arranges himself on the bench and deliberately bypasses Ray's point. "Remember that attack in zone two? It took nearly an hour to get you untangled." (912 words)]]>author:turps fandom:Bandom fic:category:gen fic:genre:AU fic:genre:fluff beings:killer.plants concept:apocalypse concept:ordinary.lives concept:mutation relationship:friendship setting:forest/jungle band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Ray challenge:2014.H/C.Bingo +length:short.-1k posted:2014-08 recced:2014-08https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:86eab838f283/akamine_chan: Bunny Jr.2014-07-03T18:41:01+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/1864545
turloughQUOTE: "So, what happened to the couch?"
Patrick squinted through his glasses. "It looks like it got shredded."
"By what?" As Patrick shifted his weight from foot to foot, Pete noticed that the bottoms of Patrick's jeans were tattered; those were fairly new jeans. He looked around the room, seeing the subtle signs of destruction for the first time: the gouges in the baseboards, the curtains that seemed to have been shortened by a foot. "*Is that blood?*"
"Uh, maybe?"
Pete rounded on him. "What the hell is going on, 'Trick?"
"Mew." It was a tiny meow, coming from the tiniest kitten that Pete had ever seen, which seemed to suddenly appear out of nowhere. It was fuzzy and black and had abnormally large fangs. (637 words)]]>author:akamine_chan fandom:Bandom fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:fluff beings:animals.cats beings:vampires things:wings relationship:established geography:US:Chicago band:Fall.Out.Boy pairing:Patrick/Pete(primary) pov:Pete +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2014-06 recced:2014-06https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:cfff2f437b3e/akamine_chan: The Emo Connection2014-07-03T18:34:37+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/1863243
turloughQUOTE: The music had been the easy part; Gerard struggled with the words, because his brain was still mostly stuck in a Black Parade kind of headspace. Not exactly kid friendly, though he really did like the idea of skeletal Muppets, or even better, zombie Muppets.
"Where do you think Muppets go when they die?" he'd asked, and Ray had just looked at him in horror.
So Gerard had brainstormed, trying to find something that was appropriate for the audience but still felt like something My Chem would do. After an intense and disturbing dream about the Muppets taking over the Death Star, Gerard found the words he'd been looking for. When he'd told the band about the song, and the inspiration, Bob rolled his eyes and Frank giggled, while Ray immediately started to tweak the music. Mikey just gave him a high five. (460 words)]]>author:akamine_chan fandom:Bandom fandom:Muppet.Show fic:category:gen fic:genre:crossover fic:genre:fluff beings:muppets concept:music time:the.hiatus band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Gerard +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2014-06 recced:2014-06https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:fe083efffbdf/winterlover: Rimming ficlet2014-07-03T18:15:36+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/1759405
turloughQUOTE: Poison kind of hates rimming. It’s not the smell or taste that he dislikes. They managed to shower somewhere, so it’s a mixture of almost-clean Gerard, only a hint of salty sweat and the unavoidable dust, but mostly the flavor of arousal that makes his mouth water. He doesn’t dislike it because Gerard is making these noises. (165 words)]]>author:winterlover fandom:Bandom fic:category:slash fic:genre:AU fic:genre:PWP relationship:established smut:rimming band:My.Chemical.Romance pairing:Gerard/Party.Poison(primary) pov:Party.Poison +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2014-06 recced:2014-06 universe:Danger.Dayshttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:5cd132410a39/akamine_chan: Save Yourself Tonight (Sharpest Lives 'verse 22)2014-06-10T21:31:14+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/1692833
turloughQUOTE: 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 universe:Danger.Dayshttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:2c3016cd0373/s0ckpupp3t: Tetris2014-05-14T19:50:41+00:00
http://bandom-meme.dreamwidth.org/16416.html?thread=547616#cmt547616
turloughQUOTE: "Oh, whatever, you're not even good at Tetris."
"I am the fucking *shit* at Tetris, man, you beat me one time. ONE TIME."
"Keep tellin' yourself that," (181 words)]]>author:s0ckpupp3t fandom:Bandom fic:category:slash fic:genre:fluff band:My.Chemical.Romance pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) pov:Gerard +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2014-05 recced:2014-05https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:385458d3e8d4/romanticalgirl: 5 Hideouts2014-04-04T19:35:46+00:00
http://romantical.dreamwidth.org/1187293.html
turloughQUOTE: It's not really a secret, but when things get crazy and their family shows up, rather than get dragged out of the basement by Aunt Irene, they make their way to Gabe's house and hide out in his basement with him. His parents don't speak to each other, and the house has a silence that Gabe hides with loud music and an obnoxious personality. He's straight edge, which neither of them understand, but they don't hold it against him, and he doesn't care if they get fucked up on his bed, talk about movies he hasn't heard of, and fall asleep and have to spend the night and he gets stuck on the fold-out cot he has for some reason neither of them understand, and Gabe's explanations are usually more confusing than making up his own truth. (544 words)(also at http://romanticalgirl.livejournal.com/1162970.html )]]>author:romanticalgirl fandom:Bandom fic:category:gen fic:form:5.things beings:kids beings:teenagers relationship:brothers time:pre-band time:early.days time:post-band band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Gerard +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2014-03 recced:2014-03https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:c563639ea175/akamine_chan: Inked2014-02-07T15:42:35+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/1150503
turloughQUOTE: 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:2014-02https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:6de262cbc674/ermengarde: Pete Will Not Let Marauding Dragons Eat His Patrick2014-01-09T22:26:00+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/1119663
turloughQUOTE: Pete's head fucking hurts, and when he reaches up to touch it, he's got a huge lump on his forehead, so he groans because a lump is not a hangover and therefore Andy will give him sympathy.
"You're awake then?"
"PATRICK!" Pete's eyes fly open. PATRICK! NOT EATEN! NOT FROZEN! BEST PATRICK!
"Yes. Pete, what were you doing, running at Frank?"
"Frank?" What? WHAT?
"Last night, before you tripped over a root and knocked yourself out on a rock, you ran at Frank yelling about how I wasn't a virgin to be sacrificed and if I was, I wouldn't be for long. Would you care to explain?" (559 words)]]>fandom:Bandom fic:category:gen fic:genre:fluff activity:transformation.animate beings:animals.others beings:dragons relationship:friendship setting:on.tour band:My.Chemical.Romance band:Fall.Out.Boy pov:Pete +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2014-01 recced:2014-01 author:ermengardehttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:3f055bbae6e5/akamine_chan: Group Hug2013-12-13T18:52:58+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/1072182
turloughQUOTE: He tries to move upstream back to the girl with the tattoos, but fails to win against the tide of partiers, so he lets himself be pushed into the living room. He sees the My Chem guys and as he drifts by, he reaches out.
Frankie grabs his hand and pulls him into their space, and there's laughter and trash-talking and Ray's describing some riff he heard, and Mikey and Gerard are explaining an obscure variant of D&D they want to try [...] (398 words)]]>author:akamine_chan fandom:Bandom fic:category:gen fic:genre:fluff activity:drinking relationship:friendship setting:on.tour time:early.days band:My.Chemical.Romance band:Reggie.and.the.Full.Effect pov:James.D +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2013-12 recced:2013-12https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:addbe866284f/x_dark_siren_x: The Danger is I'm Dangerous (Might Just Tear You Apart)2013-11-13T22:27:52+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/1031860
turloughQUOTE: 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.Dayshttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:73d61cbeac11/akamine_chan: Like It Was Yesterday2013-10-30T19:44:56+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/1019848
turloughQUOTE: 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:2013-10https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:ce257d37644b/akamine_chan: Bitter Years2013-09-26T21:18:59+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/973443
turloughQUOTE: Gerard *wants* so much, but this is all he can let himself have, all *they* can afford and he's determined to take what he can get.
"Asshole," Mikey hisses, finally letting go of Gerard's hand.
Gerard teases, rubbing against Mikey's cock, hard and careless, until it pulls a growl out of Mikey.
"Fucker." Mikey's taller than him, stronger than him, in spite of his leanness, and Gerard finds himself slammed against the wall, sharp teeth biting at the soft skin of his neck. He struggles, because fuck, Mikey's got to be leaving *marks* that will bloom red and black and people will see -
His heart thuds heavily in anxiety and he can't lie to himself; tomorrow Gerard will lie in his bunk and touch the bruises, feel the pain and *remember*. (733 words)]]>author:akamine_chan fandom:Bandom fic:category:slash fic:genre:PWP fic:genre:angst relationship:Waycest smut:frottage smut:rough.sex setting:on.tour band:My.Chemical.Romance pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) pov:Gerard +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2013-09 recced:2013-09https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:94090eb9a7f6/akamine_chan: Maybe Someday I'll Believe2013-08-21T17:48:28+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/925465
turloughQUOTE: "I'm a -"
"No, no, we heard you the first time," Mikey says hastily, looking around. The diner is empty at three in the morning, and the waitress is busy stocking the tables at the other end of the joint. "Just, well, yeah. We knew that already."
Gerard nods and slurps from his coffee mug.
"You *knew*." Gabe's tone is even, because he can't believe this shit. (877 words)]]>author:akamine_chan fandom:Bandom fic:category:gen fic:genre:fluff activity:coming.out beings:shapeshifter relationship:friendship band:Cobra.Starship band:Fall.Out.Boy band:My.Chemical.Romance band:Gym.Class.Heroes pov:Gabe +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2013-08 recced:2013-08https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:17bf3296f310/antisoppist: Bredon in Narnia2013-08-02T17:27:08+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/89964
turloughQUOTE: "Come and sit beside me and I will take you to my castle," said the queen. "I will show you statues," she proclaimed, "paintings, tapestries, marble halls..."
"No thank you," said Bredon. "We've got all those at Duke's Denver and they're not very interesting. And we've got peacocks too," he added, "though Uncle Gerald says we might have to eat them soon if the rationing keeps up."
"I could make you a prince," the queen offered. "And your brothers and sisters (do you have brothers and sisters?) I could make them dukes and duchesses."
"Uncle Gerald is a duke," Bredon informed her. "And no-one else can be one until after he's dead. It doesn't work like that. And I haven't got any sisters and there are quite enough duchesses already." (461 words)(also at http://antisoppist.livejournal.com/90754.html & http://antisoppist.dreamwidth.org/89821.html )]]>author:antisoppist fandom:Lord.Peter.Wimsey fandom:Narnia fic:category:gen fic:genre:fluff fic:genre:crossover beings:aristocrats beings:kids occupation:ruler things:snow pov:Brendon.Wimsey +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2009-11 recced:2013-07 fic:source:book geography:myth:Narnia:Lantern.Waste beings:White.Witch/Jadishttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:2b04dc828728/inlovewithnight: Excerpts2013-07-30T16:43:46+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/896467
turloughQUOTE: M WAY: I want our Jaeger to be named R2D2.
ROCKHAM: Names are assigned by the Commission.
M WAY: And you should assign ours the name R2D2.
ROCKHAM: That will not be possible.
G WAY: Even at the end of the world, Lucasfilm's hanging on to their fuckin' intellectual property, huh?
A SILENCE OF SEVERAL MINUTES.
G WAY: Call it the Big Man.
ROCKHAM: What?
G WAY: Clarence Clemmons? The E Street Band. We're from JERSEY.
ROCKHAM: Mr. Way, that is, frankly, stupid.
M WAY: Your mom is stupid. (660 words)]]>author:inlovewithnight fandom:Bandom fandom:Pacific.Rim fic:category:gen fic:genre:AU fic:genre:fusion concept:ordinary.lives concept:war concept:esp:telepathy things:mecha occupation:mecha.pilot relationship:brothers band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:omni +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2013-07 recced:2013-07 fic:source:moviehttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:a51474096849/akamine_chan: Take What I Want From Your Heart2013-07-23T20:37:58+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/884286
turloughQUOTE: 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:2013-07https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:cc0d2c5e701e/argentumlupine: Suburban Kill2013-06-20T19:54:04+00:00
http://bandom-meme.dreamwidth.org/10387.html?thread=444307#cmt444307
turloughQUOTE: They tried the GPS on their phones next. Neither phone wanted to acknowledge the existence of the neighborhood they were trapped in, so James kept driving until they got back to a commercial area. They parked next to a bank and typed in the venue address.
"That can't be right," James said, staring from one phone to the other. "The venue can't be in two places at once."
"Let's try my directions," Frank said.
So they did.
They ended up at another house, still clearly not a venue.
Frank rolled down the window to take some pictures, then turned back to James. "Your directions?"
"Is this trip cursed?" James asked as drove away from the house. (393 words)]]>author:argentumlupine fandom:Bandom fic:category:gen fic:genre:fluff relationship:friendship setting:on.tour time:post-band band:My.Chemical.Romance band:Death.Spells pov:Frank +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2013-06 recced:2013-06https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:d78485bca837/akamine_chan: Mossy Green Pools of Anguish2013-04-30T20:33:36+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/775429
turloughQUOTE: Gerard couldn't wait any more; he flung open the door and threw himself at Frank. "Frankie!" Frank's arms were like steel bands wrapped around Gerard's middle, squeezing tight. Gerard was sure his hug was just as hard.
"Missed you, Gerard," Frank said, muffled against Gerard's shoulder.
"You, too," Gerard said, pulling away to look into Frank's face. He really did look good, healthy and happy. Gerard mock frowned. "You don't look miserable. The Internet can't be wrong."
"What?" Something clicked, and Frank grinned. "Oh, fuck off. I'm totally pining for you and mourning the band. Look into my eyes," he said, pointing at them with vee'd fingers. "Mossy green fucking pools of anguish, I'm telling you." (477 words)]]>author:akamine_chan fandom:Bandom fic:category:gen relationship:friendship time:the.breakup geography:US:Los.Angeles band:My.Chemical.Romance band:Death.Spells pov:Gerard +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2013-04 recced:2013-04https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:cb703907e038/akamine_chan: Way Out Nowhere (Sharpest Lives 'verse 25)2013-04-25T21:26:00+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/768390
turloughQUOTE: Gerard drops, and Poison stalks around him once, twice. It doesn't escape Poison's notice, the way he grips his wrists behind his back. Gerard can't make himself ask for this, but his body language is loud and clear.
It takes just a moment for Poison to tie Gerard up, tight enough to keep him from getting loose. If Gerard struggles, the coarse fibers will dig in, scrape Gerard's skin, leave marks.
Gerard loves to struggle.
Poison steps close, nudges at Gerard's very obvious erection with a boot. "You want something, sugar?"
Shrugging, Gerard tips his head back to look up at Poison, his dark hair falling into his eyes.
Chuckling, Poison presses against Gerard's dick again, ignoring the small protesting noise that Gerard makes. "Gotta ask for it. Use your words, baby."
Gerard ignores him, just licks his lips and his mouth drops open. It's obscene, wet and slick, and Poison can't help himself, grabs a handful of hair and rubs his crotch against Gerard's face, stifling a moan. (966 words)]]>author:akamine_chan fandom:Bandom fic:genre:AU fic:genre:PWP universe:Sharpest.Lives.verse relationship:established smut:bondage smut:blowjob smut:handjob band:My.Chemical.Romance pairing:Gerard/Party.Poison(primary) pov:Party.Poison +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2013-04 recced:2013-04 universe:Danger.Dayshttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:60da596b1350/kat_lair: Storm Rising2013-04-20T17:24:39+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/737727
turloughQUOTE: The clouds are the colour of graphite and the steady pressure feels like a rope over Gerard's throat.
It's Mikey who's choking though, his heaving breaths caught somewhere between tears and anger. "I can't stay here anymore," he says.
Gerard kneels next to him on the gravel, in the criss-cross shadow of the jungle gym, standing above them like a skeleton of some alien monster. "You won't have to," he promises, like he always does. "We'll go as -" (253 words)(also at "http://kat-lair.livejournal.com/326749.html )]]>author:kat_lair fandom:Bandom fic:category:slash beings:teenagers relationship:brothers relationship:Waycest time:pre-band band:My.Chemical.Romance pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) pov:Gerard +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2013-03 recced:2013-04https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:dfb8d47da4e4/annemaris: The Moon, Let It Guide You2013-03-27T18:19:23+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/695039
turloughQUOTE: Gerard finds Mikey in the woods near their house. Gerard spots him from afar - he's already reached the river that runs through the forest and is about to cross it. Gerard takes a deep breath and considers whether he should call out or slowly catch up instead. Mikey's been on edge recently, and for good reason.
The full moon is only two days away. Mikey says he can already feel it under his skin, like a fucking itch you can't scratch - something deep inside, twisting him apart.
Gerard knows that his worrying isn't helping. It only makes Mikey feel even more anxious, but it's something Gerard can't turn off. He's always worried about Mikey, and he always will. Maybe if he'd been more vocal about it... no. There's no point in thinking about that. After all, it wasn't Mikey's fault that someone fucking jumped him when he was on his way home from a concert. Maybe if Gerard had been there...
Gerard shakes his head and picks up his pace. This isn't the time for "what ifs".
Mikey's almost across the river when he wobbles on the wet stones and starts to fall. Gerard speeds forward, catching Mikey just before he crashes into the water. (1,000 words)]]>author:annemaris fandom:Bandom fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:character.study activity:transformation.animate beings:werewolves beings:vampires relationship:brothers relationship:poly relationship:Waycest relationship:established setting:forest/jungle band:My.Chemical.Romance pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(secondary) pov:Gerard +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2013-02 recced:2013-03 challenge:2013.PicFor1000 fic:source:picturehttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:89adb8338876/akamine_chan: Trouble (Space 'verse 2)2013-03-27T18:12:47+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/728187
turloughQUOTE: Helena is unique and it doesn't take much for Frank to fall in love with her. She's coy about how *she* feels, and when she leads Frank through the twisting passageways to her room, he doesn't question her motives, and doesn't hesitate, eagerly following the path she sets.
The door slides open and Frank peers in, eyes growing wide. She is beautiful, a glowing green-blue pool of liquid crystal cels, a third generation Terranova-class memory array coupled with a bank of quantum processors. [...]
Frank feels, for the first time, the tickle of her presence in the back of his mind. (399 words)(also at http://winterlover.insanejournal.com/30463.html?thread=150527#t150527 )]]>author:akamine_chan fandom:Bandom fic:category:gen fic:genre:AU fic:genre:action/adventure universe:Space.verse activity:kidnapping concept:ordinary.lives concept:artificial.intelligence setting:spaceship/spacestation band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Frank +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2013-03 recced:2013-03 concept:in.space!https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:7f2089881f08/ragingrainbow: Is Your Love Strong Enough?2013-03-21T21:23:10+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/719094
turloughQUOTE: That Poison became their leader of sorts was something that had happened naturally. An easy extension of his previous role. He handled it with such confidence that sometimes Kobra doubted that memories of times when things were different were even true.
Except, of course, then there were times like tonight, when they were all exhausted and aching, when at least one of them had almost been ghosted. When Poison sat off to the side and looked so much more tired than the rest of them.
Kobra went to him, sat beside him, silently. (264 words)(also at http://akamine-chan.dreamwidth.org/285566.html?thread=3419518#cmt3419518 )]]>author:ragingrainbow fandom:Bandom fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:AU fic:genre:character.study concept:dystopia concept:rebellion occupation:rebel relationship:brothers relationship:Waycest relationship:established band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Kobra.Kid +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2013-03 recced:2013-03 pairing:Kobra.Kid/Party.Poison(primary)https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:b107b7d402b9/akamine_chan: Only Girl (Sharpest Lives 'verse 33)2013-03-21T21:17:06+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/722490
turloughQUOTE: It doesn't take Poison long to realize that she's theirs.
He struggles against it, because the last thing he needs is another life tied to his. Death comes way too easy out in the 'Zones.
She doesn't understand. She follows him around, a little lost, locket and chain bright against her skin. He snaps and snarls, and she just stares back with wide eyes until something twists in his belly and he has to get out, leave -
"Stop it," Ghoul growls. (212 words)(also at http://seyren.dreamwidth.org/18359.html?thread=49591#cmt49591 )]]>author:akamine_chan fandom:Bandom fic:category:gen fic:genre:AU fic:genre:character.study universe:Sharpest.Lives.verse activity:adoption beings:kids concept:ordinary.lives concept:dystopia concept:family occupation:rebel setting:desert band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Party.Poison +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2013-03 recced:2013-03 universe:Danger.Dayshttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:dc657f673628/akamine_chan: I've Been Asleep For A Long Time (Space 'verse 1)2013-03-20T20:52:43+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/715734
turloughQUOTE: "Lights," he says, his voice scratchy from disuse. The fluoros slowly brighten, casting a warm glow throughout the ship, imitating sunlight. He hasn't felt the warm touch of the sun on his skin in a very long while.
The chronometer flashes and he counts the years in his head; too many. Too fucking many.
Gerard is tired, body worn from long stretches of stasis as Helena slowly follows the search pattern they programmed so long ago, he and his ship. (255 words)(also at http://sylvaine.dreamwidth.org/63551.html?thread=436031#cmt436031 )]]>author:akamine_chan fandom:Bandom fic:category:gen fic:genre:AU fic:genre:action/adventure universe:Space.verse concept:ordinary.lives concept:artificial.intelligence concept:cryo.sleep relationship:brothers setting:spaceship/spacestation band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Gerard +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2013-03 recced:2013-03 concept:in.space!https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:a4ffbb62de5f/sylvaine: The Way You Sleep2013-03-20T20:36:13+00:00
http://sylvaine.dreamwidth.org/66349.html#cutid5
turloughQUOTE: It's only after he's had his first cup of coffee that he notices that Gerard is passed out on the couch, pencil in hand, looking like he managed to fall asleep mid-sketch. Mikey smiles softly and goes to sit on the arm of the couch, brushing Gee's hair out of his face. (206 words)(also at http://seyren.dreamwidth.org/18359.html?thread=49847#cmt49847 )]]>author:sylvaine fandom:Bandom fic:category:gen relationship:brothers setting:on.tour band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Mikey +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2013-03 recced:2013-03https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:49031514ca18/ermengarde: We Escaped the Doom2013-03-20T20:32:41+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/721510
turloughQUOTE: Brian closed his eyes and took a deep breath in through his nose. "You are not physically able to bear children."
"Dragons come in eggs."
"You also don't have an ovipositor." Brian could see Gerard take a breath to make another argument. "Or a cloaca, I've seen your dick."
That seemed to confuse Gerard, which Brian decided to count as a win. He could be disturbed about why he *knew* all this shit later on. One day he was going to manage a band who weren't also a bunch of gigantic nerds and all he'd need to know about would be venues and navigation and hookers and blow. That would be *so much easier*. (455 words)]]>fandom:Bandom fic:category:gen fic:genre:fluff setting:on.tour band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Brian +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2013-03 recced:2013-03 author:ermengardehttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:c723db75002b/akamine_chan: Let the Flames Begin2013-03-15T00:02:30+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/714462
turloughQUOTE: Poison grins, feral and broken.
Ghoul loves that grin, the way it cuts through the blood smeared across Poison's face.
Route Guano had been a hot mess of ghosted Dracs; Jet and Kobra hadn't gone down easy. (115 words)(also at http://analise010.dreamwidth.org/54838.html?thread=313910#cmt313910 )]]>author:akamine_chan fandom:Bandom fic:category:gen fic:genre:AU fic:genre:action/adventure concept:ordinary.lives concept:dystopia concept:char.death(temporary) concept:rebellion occupation:rebel setting:desert band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Fun.Ghoul +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2013-03 recced:2013-03 universe:Danger.Dayshttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:f2857c1c6faf/romanticalgirl : Clean Up in Aisle Seven2013-03-14T23:58:18+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/707146
turloughQUOTE: "Hi, Pete."
Following a Gerard Way conversation takes a PhD in advanced mathematics. Pete doesn't even try anymore. "Hi."
"I'm here for the bologna."
Pete glances at the cart which is empty of both gin and bologna. "You've failed in your mission, young Skywalker."
Gerard looks in Pete's basket which contains a four-pack of toilet paper, a box of tampons, a six-pack of Coke, and fourteen Kit-Kat bars. "Are they for you?" (467 words)(also at http://romantical.dreamwidth.org/1140387.html & http://romanticalgirl.livejournal.com/1115992.html )]]>author:romanticalgirl fandom:Bandom fic:category:gen fic:genre:fluff activity:shopping setting:shop setting:on.break band:My.Chemical.Romance band:Fall.Out.Boy pov:Pete +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2013-03 recced:2013-03https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:ea89398cf23f/turps: Of My Days In The Sun2013-02-13T23:07:27+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/627562
turloughQUOTE: When Gerard wakes, the others are long gone.
They've left their mark in the kitchen. Mugs on the table and the bread with its paper covering slightly pulled off to one side.
Sleep soggy, Gerard yawns and checks the metal jug that's on the shelf next to the fire, relieved when he sees it's nearly half-full. Cloth wrapped around his hand, he pours out some coffee, filling a mug to the top.
Before.
Before the poison.
Before when Gerard was happy, he'd pour out two mugs. He'd go upstairs to wake Mikey, head bowed in deference to the sloped ceiling as he took a moment to just look. At Mikey sleeping so peacefully, body relaxed and arms flung out to the side.
Unlike now when Mikey sleeps curled up tight. Head tucked down to his chest and knees drawn up, restless even when the nightmares finally leave him.
Gerard doesn't pour two coffees now. He doesn't go upstairs.
Now he drinks alone. The stewed coffee providing a heat that does nothing to displace the chill Gerard feels always.
"Hello."
Gerard looks up, and every morning - every single morning when he first sees Mikey - he hopes that something has changed. (1,000 words)(also at http://turps.dreamwidth.org/1038687.html & http://turps33.livejournal.com/1178192.html )]]>author:turps fandom:Bandom fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:AU fic:genre:angst fic:genre:character.study fic:source:picture concept:ordinary.lives concept:magic condition:illness condition:amnesia relationship:brothers relationship:Waycest things:memories band:My.Chemical.Romance pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) pov:Gerard +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2013-01 recced:2013-02 challenge:2013.PicFor1000https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:878b32f99ef7/akamine_chan: Sing You to Sleep2013-01-15T21:22:14+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/628988
turloughQUOTE: By the time Ray finds Gerard it's late afternoon.
Ray has checked the lobby, and the bus, and Gerard's room twice, and the third time he hears a quiet whimper, like a puppy. When he rounds the far side of the second bed, he finds Gerard curled on the floor, wedged between the bed and an easy chair. Ray almost misses him in the dimness of the room.
"Gee?" Ray's first thought, uncharitably, is that Gerard's fallen off the wagon. "Hey, you okay?" He notices that Gerard's shivering, even though he's wearing a hoodie and it's been pretty warm all day. Gerard huddles in on himself at the sound of Ray's voice, wrapping his arms protectively around his head.
Ray sees splotches of color, purple and red, vivid against the pale skin of Gerard's wrists. The flesh is raw and abraded, and Ray stares for a long moment before putting two and two together. "Hey, hey, Gee," he says, low and soothing. He puts his hand on Gerard's leg, trying to reassure him. (536 words)]]>author:akamine_chan fandom:Bandom fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:character.study activity:cuddling activity:aftercare concept:bad.scene setting:on.tour band:My.Chemical.Romance pairing:Gerard/Ray(primary) pairing:Gerard/OC(past) pov:Ray challenge:2013.Aftercare.Is +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2013-01 recced:2013-01https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:775bc825a430/Lucifuge5: Getting Information2013-01-14T20:45:18+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/632633
turloughQUOTE: Gerard bites his lower lip, trying not to tap his feet or make any sudden movements that would distract Ray. He chews on a hangnail, wishing he could have a cigarette in this part of the studio. It's only two minutes and thirty-eight seconds. He can be patient.
Maybe.
"Zero, Zero" *finally* comes to an end. Gerard puts his hands inside the pockets of his hoodie poncho. The white noise of the A/C isn't comforting at all as he tries to read the expression on Ray's face. "Well?" (222 words)(also at http://lucifuge5.dreamwidth.org/95460.html )]]>author:lucifuge5 fandom:Bandom fic:genre:fluff concept:music things:poncho relationship:established setting:on.break band:My.Chemical.Romance pairing:Gerard/Ray(primary) pov:Gerard !meta:rec:fic posted:2013-01 recced:2013-01 fic:category:slash +length:short.-1khttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:345ed3625cef/cybercandy: It's Not A Fashion Statement2013-01-08T16:13:11+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/624217
turloughQUOTE: It's like a ritual.
Gerard's in his corner of the diner, getting ready to leave for a supply run with Frank. He's mostly dressed, socks and pants and shirt, but the crucial things are still missing and he always tries to run through those final steps in the same order. Because it feels right this way. Because it's his way of psyching himself up to get ready to face the fight. To face life in the Zones.
First, he pulls on his boots. He's paid an insane amount of c's for them, but they're worth every single one. They're black and heavy, the leather soft from wear. He can't remember why he even thought that his favourite converse sneakers would last more than a week in the desert; they basically disintegrated as soon as the alkaline dust settled on the canvas. Not to mention that they didn't offer the slightest bit of protection if someone stepped on your toes. Or Frank dropped a crowbar on your feet. He had a huge bruise on the top of his foot for weeks and Mikey did his best to kill Frank with his gaze whenever he saw him until Gerard was able to walk without flinching in pain again. Doc had a laughing fit when Gerard hobbled out of the car and sent them to a swap meet with the order not to return until they all had acquired appropriate footwear.
Next Gerard reaches for his gun and checks if the batteries are still full. (1,000 words)(also at http://bandom-meme.dreamwidth.org/7677.html?thread=363773#cmt363773 & http://cybercandy.dreamwidth.org/2969.html )]]>author:cybercandy fandom:Bandom fic:category:gen fic:genre:AU fic:genre:character.study things:memories things:mirrors concept:ordinary.lives concept:dystopia concept:rebellion setting:desert band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Gerard +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2013-01 recced:2013-01 universe:Danger.Dayshttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:fc7fc74e9da8/gorgeousnerd: First Snow2013-01-07T22:02:43+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/617693
turloughQUOTE: Mikey woke with a start. Nothing was loud, and after a check out the window, that was exactly why he woke up. A layer of snow had covered the roads made damp by earlier rain, and the splashes of cars was replaced by the crunch of tires. It would all be slush before long, ugly and dirty. But just then, peeking out the window, it was soft and white and pretty.
And Mikey couldn't get back to sleep.
He paced the kitchen for a few minutes, watching snowflakes out the window. (239 words)(also at http://firmament.dreamwidth.org/61672.html & http://chomalfoyfics.livejournal.com/73946.html )]]>author:gorgeousnerd fandom:Bandom fic:category:gen fic:genre:fluff activity:cuddling things:snow beings:teenagers relationship:brothers band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Mikey +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2012-12 recced:2013-01https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:dc815a008366/akamine_chan: Driving You Down2013-01-01T18:19:45+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/609388
turloughQUOTE: There's no time for that; they've got maybe ten minutes before someone comes looking for them and -
"Motherfucker," Gee shouts, pulling away. Frank's grinning, sharp and dangerous. Gee licks his lip, tasting copper and salt. "You fucking bit me *again*." He wants to knock that smug look off of Frank's face, but settles for pulling roughly on Frank's hair, making him throw his head back.
"Let go, you fucker," Frank growls, and Gee bites him on the neck in response, hard enough to leave reddish marks that he knows will bloom purple in the morning. Later, he'll press soft kisses to the dark smudges, but for right now, the pounding in his blood is driving him to break Frank apart. (620 words)]]>author:akamine_chan fandom:Bandom fic:category:slash fic:genre:PWP activity:performing relationship:established smut:handjob setting:on.tour band:My.Chemical.Romance pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) pov:Gerard +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2012-12 recced:2012-12https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:e5b9a7c35107/Sapphy: Get Out While You Can2012-12-17T18:08:30+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/586769
turloughQUOTE: Part of the fear is because Frank doesn't understand their fights. When he fights it's with words, stupid simple Anglo-Saxon words, and with fists. The Ways fight with looks and ideas and emotions. No shouting, no throwing punches. Just pain and anger and so much resentment he can't breath.
"It's because we need one another," Mikey says one day. The Ways haven't spoken to one another for three days and Frank's really fucking scared. The rest of them are replaceable, but without either Way, they're not MCR any more. He's never kidded himself about that. It's MikeyandGerard's band, the rest of them are graciously allowed to join in.
"Without one another, we don't really exist," Gerard says to him, the next night. Things aren't fixed, not yet, but the tension seems to be lessening. "That can get a bit smothering." (716 words)]]>author:sapphy fandom:Bandom fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:angst fic:genre:character.study activity:drinking activity:drug.use relationship:brothers relationship:friendship relationship:Waycest time:early.days band:My.Chemical.Romance pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) pov:Frank +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2012-12 recced:2012-12https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:88ff76435f9e/cybercandy: Full Throttle2012-12-03T23:43:24+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/580281
turloughQUOTE: Poison revs the engine and they're off.
They drive along route Guano for a while and Poison nods a greeting to the odd car and bike they pass, never taking his hands off the handlebar, before turning off to the left onto a deserted highway that as far as Gerard knows leads exactly nowhere.
"Hold on tight" Poison shouts and it's all the warning Gerard gets before Poison pushes down the gas. The front wheel almost comes off the ground from the acceleration and, fuck, that's Poison *laughing* into the wind. Just when Gerard thinks they can't go any faster Poison kicks it up another notch and they're flying down the empty road - Gerard holding on for dear life, Poison howling and screaming in delight.
A good few miles later Poison hits the brakes and pulls over by a group of rocks looming tall and orange-red against the bright blue sky. He doesn't say a word, just flips down the kickstand and jumps off the bike, grabbing Gerard by the collar of his jacket. Gerard stumbles more than walks, twisting in Poison's grip trying to keep up as he's getting dragged towards the shade of the stones. (871 words)(also at http://bandom-meme.dreamwidth.org/6743.html?thread=331095#cmt331095 )]]>author:cybercandy fandom:Bandom fic:category:slash fic:genre:AU fic:genre:PWP concept:ordinary.lives concept:dystopia concept:rebellion things:motorbike relationship:established smut:fucking smut:rough.sex setting:desert band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Gerard +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2012-12 recced:2012-12 activity:racing pairing:Gerard/Party.Poison(primary) universe:Danger.Dayshttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:00107c3fdb55/akamine_chan: ...the Weapon2012-11-23T17:43:32+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/561833
turloughQUOTE: The buzz is loud, and Poison feels the rough vibration before the needles bite into his skin.
"Fuck," he hisses, because the patch of skin Ghoul is working on is so sensitive and the needles are sharp.
It's one of the ways they measure out the time between getting ghosted, waking up pale and unmarked in the White Rooms of Battery City. (256 words)]]>author:akamine_chan fandom:Bandom fic:category:gen fic:source:fanart fic:category:slash fic:genre:AU concept:char.death(temporary) concept:dystopia things:tattoos occupation:rebel relationship:established band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Party.Poison +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2012-11 recced:2012-11 pairing:Fun.Ghoul/Party.Poison(primary) universe:Danger.Dayshttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:9bc1d2c95d62/akamine_chan: Spark and Fade2012-11-22T20:30:32+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/566553
turloughQUOTE: The show was fucking *amazing* and Gee's heart is still pounding from the adrenaline. He's flushed, sweaty and out of breath, and under his arm, Mikey is radiating heat and energy, almost vibrating with it.
They strut off stage and Gee can't keep adding a snap to his hips as he walks; he feels good, on top of the world. He's got his band and his brother and everything's coming together. It's perfect.
Behind him, the kids are still screaming, a wall of sound that makes his blood race faster and fuels his hunger for something *more*. (329 words)(also at http://bandom-meme.dreamwidth.org/6422.html?thread=313622#cmt313622 )]]>author:akamine_chan fandom:Bandom fic:category:slash fic:genre:PWP activity:performing relationship:established relationship:brothers relationship:Waycest setting:on.tour band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Gerard +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2012-11 recced:2012-11 pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary)https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:06be9206143f/x_dark_siren_x: untitled ficlet2012-11-12T16:39:19+00:00
http://bandom-meme.dreamwidth.org/6422.html?thread=304150#cmt304150
turloughQUOTE: Out the corner of his eye, he watched Gerard's face turn bright red, fade almost as quick, the outraged scowl smoothing out into something a heck of a lot more dangerous. He'd probably gotten that look from them. Oops. "Poison said - told you. That. About me."
Kid couldn't even say it. Fucking Bat City, man. Ghoul turned a page. "S'what he told me." He looked up, fixed his eyes on Gerard's lips, pressed thin and white. Poison might just kill him for this. (311 words)]]>author:x_dark_siren_x fandom:Bandom fic:category:slash fic:genre:AU fic:genre:fluff concept:ordinary.lives relationship:established setting:desert band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Fun.Ghoul +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2012-11 recced:2012-11 pairing:Gerard/Party.Poison(primary) universe:Danger.Dayshttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:f1fdc461657a/akamine_chan: Radio Love Machine2012-11-05T22:28:19+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/548396
turloughQUOTE: He twisted, trying to find a way out, and realized how fucked he was. The only way out was to crowd surf and the crowd was too tightly packed for him to get up high enough without help.
"Easy, Frankie," Gee said, right next to his ear. "I've got you."
And he did; Frank could feel Gee's fingers digging in a little and he let himself relax back against Gee. And his massive boner, which was fucking unexpected. He bounced a little in time to the music and Gee's hands tightened.
"I'm sorry, Frankie, I didn't -"
Frank couldn't see Gee's face, but even over the music he could hear traces of fear in Gee's voice. He shook his head and worked his hands down, finding Gee's and covering them with his own, pressing them hard against his flesh. "Don't let go!" (732 words)(also at http://bulletproof-fic.livejournal.com/14990.html?thread=448142#t448142 )]]>author:akamine_chan fandom:Bandom fic:category:slash fic:genre:PWP relationship:friendship smut:frottage setting:on.tour setting:bar/club time:early.days band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Frank challenge:2012.Pan-Fandom.Frottage.Fest +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2012-10 recced:2012-11 pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:e3d66230f166/turps: untitled ficlet2012-10-24T15:02:08+00:00
http://turps.dreamwidth.org/1030938.html#cutid13
turloughQUOTE: Frank keeps a tight grip of his mug, takes a swallow of tepid, gritty coffee and finally admits, "I'm scared."
It's not a new admission, Frank's been scared before, mouth dry and heart thundering, swallowing against nausea as he clutched his gun and prepared to scramble from safety into the carnage of battle.
But this fear is different. Before Frank was facing things that were concrete. An enemy that could and would fight back, a faceless mass of bodies that kept moving forward, guns raised and screaming against a backdrop of death, blood and dirt.
While now...
Now he's fighting memories, and a love that's consuming - and that frightens Frank most of all. (466 words)(also at http://turps33.livejournal.com/1169887.html?thread=21305055#t21305055 & http://turps33.livejournal.com/1171957.html#cutid13 )]]>author:turps fandom:Bandom fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:AU fic:genre:angst universe:Ghost.Of.You concept:ordinary.lives concept:char.death(past) concept:war occupation:military relationship:friendship relationship:UST setting:the.front period:WWII period:1940s geography:Europe band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Frank +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2012-10 recced:2012-10 pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:3947b12f6d1f/turps: untitled ficlet2012-10-24T14:56:56+00:00
http://turps.dreamwidth.org/1030938.html#cutid14
turloughQUOTE: Panting for breath, Gerard comes to a dead stop and says, "If you don't stop moving I'm going to get out the paints."
It's not a threat Gerard likes to make often, but sometimes it's all he can do, especially when his chest is aching and there's only a few moments before classes let out. Robe swishing behind him, Gerard moves to the nearest painting and looks up, waiting for Frank to appear.
"You're getting old," Frank says, and perches on a painted haystack, grinning at the milk maid who shrieks before hurrying away. "And you've frightened Heidi away."
"It was you bursting into her painting," Gerard says, waving awkwardly at Heidi who's peering from the door of her chalet. "And I'm not getting old. It's a long fucking way from the great hall to here."
Frank's grin widens as he says, "Not for me." (468 words)(also at http://turps33.livejournal.com/1169887.html?thread=21305823#t21305823 & http://turps33.livejournal.com/1171957.html#cutid14 )]]>author:turps fandom:Bandom fandom:Harry.Potter fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:AU fic:genre:fusion concept:ordinary.lives concept:art concept:magic occupation:wizard/witch relationship:established setting:college geography:UK:Scotland band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Gerard +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2012-10 recced:2012-10 pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:1c89d4d2af66/fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: 'Cause I'm on Top of the World2012-10-10T18:30:02+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/527861
turloughQUOTE: When they both get back into the VIP room after their performance, Grant looks over at Gerard. "That went well, yeah? Didn't fuck up too much, did I?"
Gerard laughs. He's sweaty and already grinning. "You never fuck up."
"There was definitely a flubbed line or two," Grant replies. He can't help grinning back, though. He never can with Gerard.
"Shut up," Gerard says, leaning in and hugging him. It's a tight hug, the leather of his jacket slick and soft under Grant's fingers, his hair definitely damp against Grant's cheek. Grant wants to hold on forever, but there are plenty of other people who want to talk to them. He pulls back far enough to do that but keeps his arm around Gerard. Akira snaps their picture.
He's glad when Gerard sticks close. The con so far feels like a family reunion - Darick wandering around talking to the ladies, James tearing it up out on the dance floor, and that's just a few - but Gerard had been the first person he'd thought of when they asked him who he wanted to have as guests. Always one of the first people on his mind. (632 words)(also at http://annemari.dreamwidth.org/318668.html?thread=5663180#cmt5663180 )]]>author:fleurdeliser author:tuesdaysgone fandom:Bandom fandom:Comics.RPS fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:category:het fic:genre:fluff beings:Grant.Morrison relationship:established relationship:poly setting:bar/club geography:US:Las.Vegas band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Grant.Morrison challenge:2012.Bandom.Hug.Fest +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2012-10 recced:2012-10 fic:genre:crossover pairing:Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary) pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(secondary) pairing:Grant.Morrison/Kristan.Morrison(secondary) con:2012.Morrisonconhttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:0132628e238b/romanticalgirl: untitled ficlet2012-10-01T17:03:46+00:00
http://romantical.dreamwidth.org/1116952.html#cutid3
turloughQUOTE: "It's not like they did it on purpose."
Mikey squints at Gerard over his glasses. "Of course they did."
"The guys wouldn't do that."
"They're currently in a hotel room that they're now sharing between three people instead of five. A hotel room that they registered under a code name. That they didn't tell us." (267 words)(also at http://romantical.dreamwidth.org/1115044.html?thread=9367972#cmt9367972 & http://romanticalgirl.livejournal.com/1092777.html#cutid3 )]]>author:romanticalgirl fandom:Bandom fic:category:gen fic:genre:fluff activity:cuddling time:early.days setting:on.tour band:My.Chemical.Romance +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2012-09 recced:2012-09https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:13130cca79e1/turps: untitled ficlet2012-09-26T16:21:16+00:00
http://turps.dreamwidth.org/1030938.html#cutid7
turloughQUOTE: "Stop!" Frank yells suddenly, his attention on the laser-blasted car at one side of the track. "You need to stop now."
Gerard slows, but doesn't stop. To do so would be suicide, especially here, when Dracs have obviously been close. It's something Frank knows, and Gerard doesn't get what's so different that Frank's wants to stop now. "There'll be no one left alive."
"I saw something," Frank says, his upper body out of the window as he looks back at the car. "We can't just drive away."
"Yeah, we can," Gerard says, and they should, but already he's turning the car, dust billowing up as he bumps off the track. "A minute then we're gone."
Frank slides back into the car and nods, hand on the door handle so he's outside and running before they've even come to a complete stop. (641 words)(also at http://turps.dreamwidth.org/1029346.html?thread=22429666#cmt22429666 & http://turps33.livejournal.com/1171957.html#cutid7 )]]>author:turps fandom:Bandom fic:category:gen fic:genre:AU fic:genre:action/adventure fic:genre:angst activity:rescue beings:kids concept:ordinary.lives concept:dystopia concept:rebellion occupation:rebel setting:desert band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Gerard +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2012-09 recced:2012-09 universe:Danger.Dayshttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:86e7e3ab9838/gorgeousnerd: Socks2012-09-26T15:14:21+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/525636
turloughQUOTE: Gerard's head hurt. He couldn't find his socks - they were balled up in his bunk somewhere, which always happened when he got on the bus exhausted - and there wasn't enough coffee. And if Frank fell on his drums one more time during a show, he was going to have to take drastic, humiliating measures.
He blinked. What? (136 words)(also at http://gorgeousnerd.dreamwidth.org/1714319.html?thread=3077775#cmt3077775 & http://firmament.dreamwidth.org/58794.html & http://chomalfoyfics.livejournal.com/71337.html )]]>author:gorgeousnerd fandom:Bandom fic:category:gen fic:genre:fluff concept:esp:telepathy setting:on.tour band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Gerard pov:Bob +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2012-09 recced:2012-09https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:b1a219c20e7e/greedy_dancer: Not How It Should Be Done2012-09-26T15:10:05+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/519020
turloughQUOTE: Anyway, the day comes, and Gerard puts on a nice clean shirt and washes his hair, and shows up with flowers for Frank's mom and everything. It's all going well for a while, and Gerard's engaged in a super interesting conversation with some of Frank's aunts about something or other, and he played with Frank's little cousins earlier, and he thinks everything is going super well! :D But suddenly, there's a big crash, and everyone shuts up and Gerard hears Frank yelling "Well this faggot just got married, so you can take your fucking caveman bigot opinions and shove them up your-"
"Frank!" Gerard calls from across the room, and he goes to stand next to Frank, who's all in Huge Asshole's face, vibrating and tense like he's about to throw a punch. And Huge Asshole is standing there all red and puffy and indignant with his stupid mouth open, and for the first time ever Gerard wishes everyone's eyes weren't on him. This is actually quite a familiar situation for Gerard, because Frank often gets into the faces of assholes and Gerard is generally super supportive of that, and super proud that Frank will stand for himself and what he believes in. But... They're not usually throwing down in the middle of Frank's mom's living room, with all of his family around. (872 words)(also at http://greedy-dancer.dreamwidth.org/641747.html?thread=3539667#cmt3539667 )]]>author:greedy_dancer fandom:Bandom fic:form:not!fic fic:category:slash fic:genre:AU fic:genre:fluff concept:ordinary.lives concept:homophobia relationship:established geography:US:New.Jersey band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Gerard +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2012-09 recced:2012-09 pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:92aa6dde3b58/Lucifuge5: Beep-Beep2012-09-25T17:46:03+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/514037
turloughQUOTE: "Danny Briggs? You think he's hot?" Mikey makes a face at his brother.
Gerard drops the pencil and chews on his bottom lip. His face feels hot. "Wha-?"
"Dude, I *heard* you. Like, thinking about the way Danny's butt looks in the black jeans and how you -"
"Never mind! Never mind!" Gerard jumps off from his bed, flapping his hands because hearing his thoughts parroted to him in his little brother's voice is kinda creepy. "You could've told me that I was, you know, thinking about, um, *him*"
"Whatever." Mikey pushes his glasses up. "We're like, I dunno, walkie-talkies or something."
"Man, that's just fucked-up," Gerard says and starts to chew on a stray hangnail. 'There are no secrets. I'm not my own person. Why would someone want to listen to me? I'm just -'
Mikey's voice breaks the stream of thoughts with calm reassurance. 'You're just my brother, Gee. Always have been and always will be.' (1,000 words)]]>author:lucifuge5 fandom:Bandom fic:category:gen fic:genre:character.study beings:kids beings:teenagers concept:addiction concept:sobriety condition:mental.illness relationship:brothers time:pre-band time:early.days location:Way.basement location:Paramour.Mansion geography:US:New.Jersey geography:US:Los.Angeles band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Gerard +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2012-09 recced:2012-09 concept:esp:telepathyhttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:8c1107ea043e/romanticalgirl: untitled ficlet2012-09-25T17:31:48+00:00
http://romantical.dreamwidth.org/1115338.html#cutid8
turloughQUOTE: "Hey."
He starts as hands slide onto his hips, warm and solid, long tapered fingers splayed over the skirt. He turns his head slightly, peering through the hair that falls forward, but he can't see who it is. "Hey yourself."
"Come dance, beautiful." He moves forward and Gerard can't help moving with him, the sway of their hips coming in a natural rhythm as he guides Gerard with his hands. Gerard settles his hands on the guy's thighs, rocking back against him as the music washes over them. It's easy to get lost in the beat. The DJ is playing an old school mix, and Gerard sings along under his breath. They weave in and out of the crowd, and Gerard finds himself dancing with groups and other girls, with other guys. He can feel the first guy behind him though, never far away.
Time passes. He doesn't know how much, how many songs. All he knows is his ankles hurt and his feet hurt and he feels alive. The lights come up and he knows he's sweaty and his hair and make up are probably ruined. The guy behind him slides his hands up from Gerard's hips to cup his makeshift breasts. Gerard sucks in a breath, but then there's a warm kiss against his neck. "Thanks, beautiful."
Gerard's too stunned to turn around in time to see him disappear. He heads to the bar for several cups of water from the giant urn, sucking them down in quick succession. He's dehydrated, but it beats having to deal with his tights when he's hot and sweaty. Especially better than having to retuck his dick when he's half-hard, because the second his tights come off his body thinks it's time to relive the night and jerk off. (931 words)(also at http://romantical.dreamwidth.org/1115044.html?thread=9357220#cmt9357220 & http://romanticalgirl.livejournal.com/1091041.html#cutid7 )]]>author:romanticalgirl fandom:Bandom fic:category:slash activity:crossdressing concept:genderfuck relationship:established setting:bar/club band:My.Chemical.Romance band:Cobra.Starship pov:Gerard +length:short.-1k posted:2012-09 recced:2012-09 !meta:rec:fic pairing:Gabe/Gerard(primary)https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:818a692cdf90/romanticalgirl: untitled ficlet2012-09-18T17:33:24+00:00
http://romantical.dreamwidth.org/1115338.html#cutid2
turloughQUOTE: He looks over at Gee, wearing Grandpa's old suit jacket and a fedora, a pipe stuck between his teeth. "What d'you think, Mikes?"
Mikey nods, because Gerard looks good. He always looks good, but now he looks... right, like he's needs to be cemented in a time when the clothes meant something and the world seemed bigger. "You look good. You smell like Grandpa."
"What'd you find?" He comes closer, walking carefully in the way that lets Mikey know that he stole a few swallows from one of Elena's off limits liquor bottles. Mikey holds up the dress in his fist, surprised his hand is shaking. "Oh, man. Look at that color."
"I bet Elena looked amazing in this."
Gerard nods as he walks closer, taking the dress from Mikey's hand. He holds it up and shakes it out, so the fabric falls in waves, and then he holds it up. It's in front of Mikey, like Gerard is viewing him in it, and Mikey has to drop his eyes, afraid everything is going to show in them. Of course, this is Gerard, so it's not like he has to actually *see*. (628 words)(also at http://romanticalgirl.livejournal.com/1090590.html?thread=10828062#t10828062 & http://romanticalgirl.livejournal.com/1091041.html#cutid2 )]]>author:romanticalgirl fandom:Bandom fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:character.study activity:crossdressing activity:ballrom.dancing/ballet.dancing beings:teenagers concept:genderfuck relationship:brothers relationship:Waycest geography:US:New.Jersey band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Mikey +length:short.-1k !meta:rec:fic posted:2012-09 recced:2012-09 pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary)https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:095fd9f0012d/