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recent bookmarks from turloughdoctorkilljoy: Ad Astra2016-10-21T02:34:50+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/8027257
turloughQUOTE: "This is likely unnecessary, but I did promise an introduction. Gerard, this is Frank Iero, the pilot responsible for bringing me the data I showed you. Frank, this is Gerard Way, my teaching assistant and colleague."
"I'm not really a colleague," said Gerard. "I'm still working on my dissertation."
"You're getting a doctorate?" Frank asked.
"Yeah. That way I can run my own expedition. Most universities won't let you run one without a PhD." Gerard explained.
"Holy shit, good for you!" Frank exclaimed, and he meant it. Gerard beamed at him.
"We have some business to attend to," Grand said, and gestured for them both to be seated. Once they were, he said, "I've made some progress since we last spoke."
"Okay, hit me." Frank leaned back in his chair and listened.
"We still don't have a team, beyond the three of us, but I have a few leads. Including funding and preservation."
"We'd need lawyers filing paperwork to make sure that companies like Delta Corp can't sneak up on us and jump our claim," Gerard explained to Frank. "So they'll be fighting for us in court while we prove the planet fits all the criteria for further scientific study."
"Which I've been informed shouldn't be too difficult," said Grant.
"How long do we have to prove it?"
"Three months after our initial landing."
"Shit." That didn't sound long to Frank.
"Nah, it's good. Like two plant samples, one water sample and a live animal should be enough," Gerard said to him.
"Okay. But let's say one of those companies decides to say fuck it and ignore the legal mumbo jumbo. It's not like we can fix it once they start tearing the place apart."
"There are defenses for cases like that." Grant pursed his lips together, as though he were thinking. "We can make the planet safe, and make sure that people who aren't supposed to be there, aren't there."
Frank nodded. "Okay. So what's next?"
"I'm working on assembling a crew, as I said. At least for our first trip," Grant replied. "And we're missing a few key players."
"Do you know any doctors that would be good for this?" Gerard asked. Grant looked at him and Gerard mumbled sheepishly, "Doesn't hurt to ask."
"You're right." Said Grant. "I'm ashamed I didn't think of it first. Frank, is there anyone?"
Frank shook his head. "All the people I know who work in engineering or medical are at Delta Corp. And I wouldn't recommend any of them even if they weren't."
"Damn," Grant murmured. "I have a lead on another scientist we can invite, but what we need a mechanic and a doctor."
"Oh! Actually I have a mechanic in mind!" Gerard reminded Grant. "I've got a meeting set up. And Mikey's still looking for doctors who fit the criteria you gave me."
"Mikey's helping?" Frank asked, surprised.
"Yeah. He still knows a billion more people than I do."
"And we can trust him, which in this early stage is very important," Grant concluded.
Frank nodded. "Yeah, that works. What else you gotta do besides all that?"
"I'll be looking at ships in a few weeks," said Grant. "As you'll be the primary pilot, I'd like you to come with me."
"You want me to help you pick out a ship?" Frank asked. He couldn't have been more surprised, since no one of Grant's status had ever taken his opinion seriously before. (55,580 words)]]>author:doctorkilljoy fandom:Bandom fandom:Comics.RPS fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:AU fic:genre:action/adventure activity:research activity:exploring beings:animals.others beings:Grant.Morrison concept:ordinary.lives concept:in.space! concept:polyamory condition:injury occupation:pilot occupation:scientist occupation:explorer relationship:UST relationship:poly smut:blowjob smut:fucking smut:threesome setting:alien.planet setting:spaceship/spacestation geography:UK:Scotland band:My.Chemical.Romance band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence band:Cobra.Starship band:Gym.Class.Heroes band:Fall.Out.Boy pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary) pairing:Frank/Grant.Morrison(primary) pov:Frank pov:Gerard pov:Grant.Morrison challenge:2016.BBB +length:long.50k-100k !meta:rec:fic posted:2016-09 recced:2016-10 pairing:Gabe/Victoria/Travis(secondary)https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:ff93e83c130c/fleurdeliser, ohnoktcsk, tuesdaysgone: Your Heart Turns Out the Lights2015-01-24T22:04:51+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/3161222
turloughQUOTE: 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:2015-01https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:214a590b4500/fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Encore2013-10-17T20:38:07+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/993997
turloughQUOTE: The last kid walks out of the Opera House, looking really fucking tired but beaming. Gerard feels pretty much the same. The signing table is littered with empty cups and cans and little gifts from the kids. The security people look as sleepy-eyed as everyone else. Kristan retreated to an out-of-the-way seat with her phone about an hour ago.
Gerard looks at Grant, who's looking back at him with a smile on his face. "I wish we could do things like this together more often," Grant murmurs.
"What, hang out and bullshit? Pretty sure we do," Gerard laughs.
Grant rolls his eyes. "You know what I mean, you little fucker." He grips Gerard's hand under the table.
"Do I?" Gerard's just pushing buttons now, but it's just so fun.
They help each other up from the table and Kristan looks up from her phone. Gerard goes over to give her a hand up too. She smiles broadly at him and gives him a hug. "The two of you were wonderful, as always."
"It was fun," Gerard says. "I can't believe you're still here, though."
"Barely," she laughs. "But you two would surely wander off a pier if I wasn't."
Gerard laughs. "You're probably right."
"No faith," Grant says, coming up to drape an arm around Kristan's shoulders and kissing her cheek. (3,010 words)]]>author:fleurdeliser author:tuesdaysgone fandom:Bandom fandom:Comics.RPS fic:category:slash fic:category:het fic:genre:crossover fic:genre:fluff fic:genre:PWP beings:Grant.Morrison concept:polyamory relationship:established relationship:poly smut:fucking setting:convention time:post-band geography:Australia band:My.Chemical.Romance pairing:Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary) pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(secondary) pairing:Grant.Morrison/Kristan.Morrison(secondary) pov:Gerard +length:short.1k-5k !meta:rec:fic posted:2013-10 recced:2013-10 con:2013.Graphics.Festivalhttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:d9480c032f08/akamine_chan: Licking Frogs and Other Bad Decisions (That Might Actually Be Good)2013-10-02T20:34:40+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/983504
turloughQUOTE: 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:2013-09https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:7a5d60aa0929/fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Mingling Hands and Mingling Glances2013-09-20T16:40:30+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/944293
turloughQUOTE: "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:2013-09https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:65a23a4709ec/jezrana: Lead Me Home2013-09-07T20:36:53+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/942870
turloughQUOTE: Grant rings, and after a few moments Sarah appears in the doorway. "Please bring a tray up for our guest," Grant instructs. "Tea and toast, and perhaps some porridge?" He glances at Gerard, who nods. "And something for me, assuming you don't mind me joining you, Gerard."
Gerard smiles again. He has a lovely smile, and Grant wants to see it as often as possible. "Not at all."
When the trays come, Gerard sets into his with a good appetite, and Grant waits for him to pursue conversation or not, as he chooses. After a few minutes Gerard slows down, takes a sip of tea, and speaks.
"You've been so kind to me I feel as though we're friends already, and then I remember how little I know about you," he says. "I may not be able to help not knowing anything about myself, but at least I can learn more about you - would you tell me about yourself?"
"I don't make for a very fascinating subject, I'm afraid," Grant tells him. "I inherited this estate from my father. I have a sister, who lives with her husband a short distance away, but I live alone."
"And what do you do when you're not bringing strangers in from the moors and nursing them back to health?" Gerard asks.
"I look after the estate. I write - mostly idle musings, some poetry. I visit my sister or friends when I fear I'm becoming too much of a hermit and travel when I need a change of scenery." Grant gives a self-deprecating smile. "As I said, not terribly fascinating."
Gerard finishes off the last of his toast, wipes his mouth, and gives Grant a speculative look. "If we were characters in a novel, you'd have some terrible secret that I'd be bound to discover now," he says, a teasing note in his voice.
"Given the way you appeared out of nowhere under quite dramatic circumstances, I'm not so certain we're not characters in a novel," Grant replies. "But I've no terrible secrets to be discovered."
Gerard looks down with a faint, crooked smile. "Well, I suppose I provide all the drama we need." He looks back up, eyes searching Grant's face. "You really have no idea where I came from? There's nothing I said or did that gave any clue?"
Grant shakes his head. "Only things that seem far too general to be useful. I know by your accent that you're English. The clothes you were wearing were of good quality, and from our conversation so far you seem well-educated. We checked your clothing for things that might help identify you - a watch, a handkerchief, anything, but there was nothing."
Gerard sighs. "'Nothing' seems to be the theme here." He sits back in his chair, leaning his head against the cushion. "I lay awake for hours last night trying to remember something, anything."
"Give yourself time," Grant advises him.
"It seems I can't do anything else, can I?" Gerard replies, a sharp note in his voice, and then he sighs again. "I'm sorry."
Grant looks at him calmly. "You don't have to apologize to me, Gerard. If you need to be angry, be angry."
"I don't want to be angry," Gerard says tiredly. "To tell the truth, I'm struggling not to be terrified. Knowing that something bad happened to me, and still not being able to recall what - I just keep turning it over and over in my mind. And you've been so kind, but you're still a stranger, more or less, and right now I'm completely dependent on your kindness. It's... unsettling."
Grant leans across the distance between them, laying his hand gently on Gerard's forearm. "I made you a promise before," he says softly. "I'll make it again now. As long as you're a guest in my house, I will do everything in my power to make sure you're safe from harm. That includes giving you my hospitality for as long as you need it. You're right that we're still strangers, but I hope I can show myself to be worthy of your trust."
Gerard looks at Grant solemnly while he speaks, then drops his gaze with a faint smile. "I hope so as well," he says softly. "I should very much like for there to be something I can trust."
Grant smiles at him, pressing Gerard's arm gently before drawing back. Gerard lets out a sigh, tilting his head back again.
"I'm sorry, it's been very good talking with you," he says, "but I am a bit tired." (33,660 words)]]>author:jezrana fandom:Bandom fandom:Comics.RPS fic:category:slash fic:genre:AU activity:kidnapping activity:rescue beings:aristocrats beings:Grant.Morrison concept:ordinary.lives concept:polyamory condition:amnesia condition:injury things:memories relationship:UST smut:blowjob smut:handjob smut:fucking smut:threesome setting:mansion/palace geography:UK:Scotland period:19th.century band:My.Chemical.Romance pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) pairing:Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary) pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary) pov:Grant.Morrison pov:Gerard pov:Frank challenge:2013.BBB +length:long.20k-50k !meta:rec:fic posted:2013-08 recced:2013-09 relationship:polyhttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:9c20ceadd9ff/twistedchick: The Recreation of the Warrior2013-08-02T16:39:43+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/8511
turloughQUOTE: 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: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 concept:in.space!https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:5929aeed89c0/fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: My Spaceship Knows Which Way To Go2013-05-30T17:29:07+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/815826
turloughQUOTE: Gerard is taking pictures and tweeting them, so he doesn't notice right away that Brian keeps getting texts.
"You don't have to keep tabs on me anymore, Schechter," Gerard says after a while.
Brian rolls his eyes. "I'm not. But I'm a busy guy who doesn't actually *read* twitter that often and I like knowing what you're up to. It's not *just* you," he says. It's just *mostly* him. And... his bands. "Apparently right now you're up to... confusing kids about your religious beliefs."
Gerard sighs. "I didn't think it would be that hard to understand. And there are always a couple kids who are really shitty, and it just... I don't know. I'm trying to talk about the stuff that's important to me. Not all of it is the same stuff that was important to me ten years ago, you know?"
Brian nods. He knows.
"Don't think I haven't noticed you stepping in," Gerard adds after he takes a few more pictures.
"'Stepping in' is a strong phrase," Brian says. "It's more... finally being able to speak my mind because I don't work for you and Lauren is the one who gets to be demure and attempt to be nice to everyone."
"You never did like that much, did you," Gerard murmurs. He snaps a picture of Brian just before Brian looks up the whole way.
"It is a carefully honed skill, but not one I get much joy out of using," Brian replies.
It's a bit cooler when they've finally finished doing whatever Gerard intended to do in the mission, so they walk around outside a little. Gerard segues from theorizing about God to talking about going to meetings. This is familiar territory too, and they've covered it a lot lately, sitting on the patio with Lindsey, over fast food with Jeff.
When Brian got sober, it was weird and unreal to him. Mostly because he thought he knew the signs. Thought he knew what to look for, thought he'd *know* when it got bad because he'd done it with Gerard. Looking back, he realizes how fucked up it was to *expect* it to get bad, but still do nothing.
But then, he didn't even do anything when it *did* get bad because he missed the signs waiting for his own downward spiral to start looking like Gerard's. (12,530 words)]]>author:fleurdeliser author:tuesdaysgone fandom:Bandom fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:character.study beings:kids concept:polyamory concept:sobriety condition:illness things:Twitter things:memories occupation:manager relationship:friendship relationship:UST relationship:poly smut:fucking time:post-band geography:US:Los.Angeles band:My.Chemical.Romance band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence pairing:Brian/Gerard(primary) pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(secondary) pov:Brian +length:medium.10k-20k !meta:rec:fic posted:2013-05 recced:2013-05https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:d7f0ff8f9317/fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Had You Forgotten, Do You Remember?2013-05-07T01:00:18+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/379470
turloughQUOTE: Grant gets to talking about everything - Gerard was right, a lot of them are comics characters in disguise - and if Gerard closed his eyes, he could almost imagine he's sitting next to the Grant of his time, except that this Grant, while he's got that same excitement and just, hunger for knowledge and thoughts and all of it, he has none of adult Grant's confidence. And Gerard remembers how it felt to be 18 and... well, scared.
"It's totally awesome," Gerard tells him. Grant frowns.
"Yes, well. It's nice you think so. One of the art schools I applied to already rejected me."
Gerard bites the inside of his cheek. He may not believe in the Butterfly Effect, but he's not about to tell Grant that he knows the rest of them will, too.
"I'm sorry," Gerard says. "But hey, applying to art schools means you're almost done here, right?"
"Can't happen soon enough if you ask me," Grant says, hunching his shoulders a little. "This place is a sty." He closes the portfolio and sets it on the floor.
This time, it's Gerard who reaches out and puts a hand on his shoulder. "Tell me."
"I hate everyone here, I can't… there's no way to meet anyone actually interesting, and the teachers are all incompetent. To start with," Grant says.
Gerard sighs. Teenagers' problems, it seems, are eternal. "You're - Grant, you're the smartest person I know. Maybe these people don't understand you. Maybe most people don't understand you. But people will, okay?"
"Do you?" Grant asks. There's a touch of mocking in his voice, and Gerard rolls his eyes.
"Yes," he answers emphatically. "Better than I understand almost everyone else in the world."
"Have you come to deliver a pep talk, then? Because it's a bit shit, isn't it, Yank?"
"Gerard," Gerard says again. "And I didn't try to come here at all. But I - now that I'm here, I'm glad. I wasn't lying or exaggerating when I said you're one of my best friends, you know. You're one of the most important people in my life. I'm glad to meet you now." Gerard just can't stop looking at him. Grant lets him.
"You're staring," Grant says after a few moments.
"Apparently I like looking at you no matter what year it is," Gerard says unthinkingly. (13,470 words)]]>author:fleurdeliser author:tuesdaysgone fandom:Bandom fandom:Comics.RPS fandom:Doctor.Who fic:category:slash fic:genre:character.study fic:genre:crossover activity:time.travel activity:sightseeing beings:Grant.Morrison beings:teenagers concept:polyamory things:Tardis relationship:established relationship:poly smut:fucking smut:blowjob smut:threesome band:My.Chemical.Romance pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary) pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) pairing:Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary) pairing:Frank/Grant.Morrison(primary) pov:Gerard pov:Frank pov:Grant.Morrison +length:medium.10k-20k !meta:rec:fic posted:2012-04 recced:2013-05 geography:UK:Londonhttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:3206772f0d1a/jezrana: Joyous All Together2013-01-14T20:41:54+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/628042
turloughQUOTE: He puts his bags down - softly, not wanting to wake Frank - and crosses to the bed, taking Gerard's face in his hands and bending down to kiss him. Gerard stretches up to meet him, wrapping his arms around Grant's waist and pressing against him. He's in boxers and a soft, worn t-shirt, his skin warm from being cuddled up under the covers with Frank.
When the kiss breaks Gerard buries his face in Grant's neck, hugging him tight, and Grant runs one hand up and down his back and kisses his messy hair.
"You weren't awake waiting for me, were you?" he asks, and Gerard shakes his head.
"I woke up when you came in," he says, tipping his head back to look at Grant, smiling crookedly. "I've been so excited for you getting here, I guess I kind of put myself on alert."
Grant chuckles. "Good thing I didn't have my heart set on surprising you."
"Surprises are for boyfriends who aren't psychic," Gerard points out, stretching up for another kiss.
"Indeed." There's more room on the other side of the bed, so Grant kisses Gerard once more, soft and lingering, then moves around to Frank's side, stripping down to his t-shirt and briefs as he does.
He gets in bed next to Frank and Frank curls toward him in his sleep, muttering something unintelligible. Grant kisses him, then stretches one arm over his middle, his hand coming to rest on Gerard's waist as Gerard nestles against Frank's back. Grant listens to Gerard's breath get deep and even as he falls back asleep, and lies there, just enjoying being so close to both of them, until sleep takes him as well. (2,220 words)]]>author:jezrana fandom:Bandom fandom:Comics.RPS fic:genre:AU fic:genre:crossover fic:genre:fluff beings:Grant.Morrison concept:ordinary.lives concept:polyamory holiday:Christmas occupation:supernatural.investigator things:memories relationship:established relationship:poly geography:US:New.Jersey band:My.Chemical.Romance pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary) pov:Grant.Morrison +length:short.1k-5k !meta:rec:fic posted:2013-01 recced:2013-01 fic:category:slashhttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:57a4ca0c8586/fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Stairway to Heaven2013-01-07T21:58:20+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/622177
turloughQUOTE: He wanders around for a while until a docent greets him hesitantly in Italian. Gerard's own Italian was never terribly good, but he responds as best he can. At the very least, the words are all the correct ones. Who knows how many rules of grammar he completely forgot, though.
Apparently his crappy grammar makes the docent laugh, and he agrees to show Gerard around. He mentions an earthquake multiple times, apologizing that so many areas of the basilica are closed. "But I can recommend the garden," he says.
Gerard is disappointed he can't explore the inside more thoroughly. There's something in there. Something important. He just knows. But he smiles and lets the docent lead him to the garden. It really is a lovely garden and when Gerard catches the docent checking the time, he asks if perhaps he can stay and pray. The docent nods and scurries back the way he led Gerard.
Gerard loses track of how long he spends in prayer, but when he opens his eyes he knows somehow that he'll see a little carved bird somewhere nearby. There's little alcove near him with a statue of Francis standing watch over the gardens. On the wall near the base is where Gerard finally sees it.
"I knew you'd be here," Gerard whispers. He kneels at the base of the statue and reaches out to touch the carving. The same pulse as in Paris happens, maybe even stronger, and this time he's not surprised. He closes his eyes and whispers a little prayer, "It started with you, I think. Maybe you can help?"
He opens his eyes and his vision swims. For a moment it's like he can see himself, kneeling at the foot of the statue. He turns, slowly, still on his knees, and sees a man standing in the middle of the garden. Not just a man - an unspeakably beautiful one. With wings. He looks around himself, a look of astonishment growing on his face. He looks back at Gerard.
"Who are you? How did I get here? Because I sure as hell didn't travel to Assisi in my sleep and I haven't been back here in over two hundred fucking years."
Gerard blinks. The double vision is worse now. He can see the the man - angel? he certainly doesn't sound like an angel - overlaid somehow, bizarrely, on his own shocked face. "Do you think I know? Do you think I know anything?" Then he pauses. "In your sleep?" he murmurs. "A dream, another dream."
"No, this isn't a fucking dream. I know dreams and I know visions. So since I'm not actually in Assisi this must be a vision. Your vision." And just like that, the man looks gravely concerned and his tone changes. "Are you all right? Do you need help? You must have called for my help."
"I didn't," Gerard whispers. "I mean, I didn't mean to, I didn't think... that anyone was listening."
"But I am," the angel says gently. "It doesn't take much to bring me if you really do need me."
"I'm not sure of anything," Gerard chokes out.
"Fuck," the angel says. "I'm sorry." Gerard's hands go into his hair.
"Why is this happening to me? I just want my fucking dreams back." (58,240 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:crossover activity:drinking activity:drug.use beings:Grant.Morrison beings:angels beings:demons concept:ordinary.lives concept:polyamory concept:quest concept:religion concept:sobriety concept:esp:psychic.healing occupation:priest/monk things:dreams things:memories relationship:brothers relationship:UST relationship:poly smut:blowjob smut:fucking smut:handjob smut:threesome setting:on.vacation setting:road.trip geography:US:New.Jersey geography:Europe:Italy geography:UK:Scotland geography:US:San.Fransisco band:My.Chemical.Romance pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary) pairing:Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary) pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) pairing:Frank/Grant.Morrison(primary) pairing:Mikey/Ray(secondary) pov:Frank pov:Gerard pov:Grant.Morrison +length:long.50k-100k !meta:rec:fic posted:2013-01 recced:2013-01 things:wingshttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:83e29e1e6cf4/annemaris: You're a Matter of Urgency2012-10-29T23:03:54+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/505857
turloughQUOTE: Gerard's still there the next day. Frank's not sure if he has moved at all.
"I think he's only gone out to pee and get coffee," Mikey says. They're both looking at Gerard, asleep in the chair. "He's always here when I wake up."
Mikey sounds somewhere between pleased and worried. Mostly he just sounds tired, but when Frank looks at him he's staring intently at Gerard. His gaze is almost as intense as Gerard's.
"So he hasn't eaten?" Frank asks.
"I don't know," Mikey says. "Whenever I ask him he says he's fine and tells me not to worry."
Frank frowns and changes Mikey's bandage, then checks his vitals.
"I think he's starting to smell," Mikey says, wrinkling his nose. "But I can't really tell. What do you think?"
"I think we're past that point," Frank says. He continues charting Mikey's stats. Gerard's asleep now anyway, and Frank doesn't really want to wake him up to tell him he should maybe go home for a bit.
"So you're feeling okay?" he asks Mikey. "No really intense pain? Feeling like you're gonna black out?"
"Well it still hurts when the painkillers start to wear off but not as much as yesterday. I think if I tried to get up I couldn't really manage, though."
"Yeah," Frank says. "You're definitely not there yet, but it's good that the pain is lessening. You don't feel nauseous? Headaches?"
"Just a little woozy when I try to lift my head," Mikey says.
Frank nods and closes his clipboard. "Everything looks good," he says. "They're probably gonna move you to a different room at some point, off the post-surgery floor and into a regular room."
"Oh," Mikey says. "Okay. Do you know when?"
"Not yet," Frank says. "Look up." Mikey compiles and Frank shines a light in his eyes.
"But that means I'm doing better, right."
"Yeah, you're doing well," Frank says.
"I should tell Gerard," Mikey says. "Maybe he'll stop worrying as much." Frank certainly hopes so; maybe at least as much that he'll go home for a little while. Frank really doesn't want to have to remove him by force or anything, but if Gerard doesn't move even to eat then he's going to be Frank's next patient.
At least he's sleeping right now, instead of spending the whole day and night awake watching his brother. "I should tell him right now," Mikey says, decidedly.
"Maybe wait for him to wake up," Frank suggests. "He seems pretty beat."
"No, he'll sleep better if he knows," Mikey says. "I don't want him to worry."
Frank wants to argue, but it's clear this is important for Mikey and he doesn't want to agitate him. Mikey's been calm so far, and Frank doesn’t want to impede his recovery by upsetting him.
"Gerard," Mikey says gently. Frank's about to say that he doubts that's gonna work, Gerard seems to be fast asleep, but Gerard stirs and opens his eyes. He sits up fast.
"Mikey?" he asks, reaching out.
"I'm fine," Mikey says. "Frank says they're gonna move me to a different room soon."
Gerard rests his hand on Mikey's arm and looks up at Frank. "A different room?"
"That means he's doing better," Frank says and Gerard nods, looks back at Mikey. "It won't be today, but tomorrow, maybe." (33,470 words)(also at http://annemari.dreamwidth.org/316705.html )]]>author:annemaris fandom:Bandom fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:AU fic:genre:character.study activity:plane/vehicle.crash activity:moving concept:ordinary.lives concept:polyamory condition:injury condition:illness occupation:doctor/nurse occupation:artist/designer relationship:brothers relationship:Waycest relationship:established relationship:UST relationship:poly smut:blowjob smut:fucking setting:clinic/hospital setting:bar/club geography:US:New.Jersey geography:US:New.York band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Frank pov:Gerard challenge:2012.BBB +length:long.20k-50k !meta:rec:fic posted:2012-09 recced:2012-10 pairing:Frank/Gerard/Mikey(primary) pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary)https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:6b776ec8a377/fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: And I Will Be Your Goal2012-07-05T17:02:15+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/441364
turloughQUOTE: Lady Thompson turns to Way. "He's going to be a horrible invalid, you know."
A look of utter dread crosses Way's face. "Oh *god*. I hadn't even thought that far ahead yet."
"I am sitting here, you realize?" Sir Grant asks somewhat petulantly. Frank knows it's partly in jest, but it's still an odd thing for Frank to see. But Sir Grant is clearly among loved ones, and his relaxed behavior reflects that.
Way eases himself down on the daybed beside Sir Grant and kisses his cheek. "You can't deny it, mon chaton."
Sir Grant leans against Way's shoulder. "I'm sure I'll be terrible," he says quietly. "May I pre-emptively beg for your patience, dearest?"
Frank once again feels like he's intruding on a very private moment and turns to look at the young brunette Frank is assuming is Miss Simmons, and at the young man.
"Mikey Way," he murmurs, and it all falls into place. He recalls that Mikey was a grade ahead of him in grammar school. Remembers him living just down the street and even playing with him a few times.
Mikey walks over and holds out his hand. "It's been a long time," he says.
Frank nods. "It has. I'd never have recognized you on the street."
"Neither would I have," Mikey replies. "Though I remembered your family business well enough to send Grant your way for his little listening project."
"So I am here at your instigation, Mr. Way." Frank pauses when Mikey grimaces.
"There are two of us, and I'm sure that would get desperately confusing. Please call me Mikey. Everyone else does. Though I suppose you are no longer going by Frankie." His tone is dry and flat, but there's a disarming sparkle in his eye.
"Frank will do," Frank replies with a smile.
The brunette nudges Mikey's arm with her fingertips, and he shakes himself a bit. "Frank Iero, Miss Alicia Simmons."
"Lady Thompson's aide," Miss Simmons adds.
"A pleasure," Frank tells her. He's beginning to be exceedingly confused about what exactly this motley group of people is up to. His confusion only increases when another soft rap on the door admits two rather large men in working-class garments.
"Ray Toro, James Dewees," Mikey tells Frank, pointing to each in turn. "This is Frank Iero," he tells them. "And that is the lot of us," he adds.
"Except for Becky," Miss Simmons comments.
"And the twins," Way adds from across the room. He's watching Frank and Mikey converse with a small furrow in his brow. Frank catches his eye again and looks away, discomfited.
"I don't remember your brother, Mikey Way," Frank murmurs. "Does he always glare so?"
Mikey doesn't say anything for a moment, then murmurs back, "Interesting."
"Interesting?"
"Gerard. He's - well, it's ultimately unimportant," Mikey adds. "What we are doing here requires a great deal of trust and respect, but neither of those require that he like you, or you him."
"How comforting. And I'd be more inclined to believe you if I knew what you were doing here," Frank gripes.
Miss Simmons overhears this; possibly she's also overheard the rest of the conversation, but she gives no outward sign. She does take the opportunity to call across the room, "Sir Grant, I do believe you'll drive this boy crazy if you don't explain our activities."
Immediately the conversation in the room quiets, and everyone looks at either Frank or Sir Grant. Sir Grant himself looks at Frank as well, and says, "It's quite simple, Frank, we're trying to bring down the government."
Frank laughs in disbelief. "Oh, is that all?" He catches a thunderous look on Way's face, but amusement on Sir Grant's. But Frank can't stop the laughter. It's entirely ridiculous. (71,610 words)(don't miss reflectedeve's art linked in the footer)]]>author:fleurdeliser author:tuesdaysgone fandom:Bandom fandom:Comics.RPS activity:spying beings:Grant.Morrison beings:animals.dogs concept:ordinary.lives concept:alternate.world concept:disability concept:family concept:politics concept:polyamory concept:rebellion concept:war condition:injury condition:PTSD occupation:artist/designer occupation:inventor occupation:engineer occupation:philantropist occupation:small.business.owner occupation:spy/secret.agent occupation:writer relationship:established relationship:friendship relationship:UST relationship:poly smut:fucking smut:blowjob smut:rimming smut:threesome smut:voyeurism setting:mansion/palace setting:shop band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Frank pov:Gerard posted:2012-06 recced:2012-07 !meta:rec:fic pov:Grant.Morrison activity:sabotage challenge:2012.BBB fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:AU fic:genre:character.study fic:genre:steampunk pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary) pairing:Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary) pairing:MIkey/Alicia(secondary)https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:6d33e04bd786/delphinapterus: Brown Is the Earth When You Dig a Hole (Colour 'verse)2012-05-24T15:58:39+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/322303
turloughQUOTE: 35. "Hey, fuck you, you don't want to listen! Money talks, right?"
On his own Mikey has learned to be talkative. He borrows Gerard, settling the idea of his brother around himself like a disguise, and talks like Gerard would. As he travels he modifies his persona until he's perfected the right mix to ease his way past people and collect a new job; just like he would a piece of code. But it's his asking price that speaks loudest to those who know. Every time his price rises a tier it shouts his expertise to anyone who cares to listen. With every increase he talks less and lets his price speak. (1,130 words)(also at http://delphinapterus.dreamwidth.org/130478.html & http://delphinapterus.livejournal.com/134522.html )]]>author:delphinapterus fandom:Bandom universe:Colour.verse activity:hacking activity:killing/murder concept:ordinary.lives concept:art concept:torture concept:violence concept:dystopia concept:polyamory condition:PTSD condition:insomnia occupation:artist/designer occupation:assassin/hitman occupation:hacker/programmer occupation:spy/secret.agent relationship:established relationship:poly relationship:brothers smut:finger.fucking band:My.Chemical.Romance band:Fall.Out.Boy pov:Frank pov:Mikey pov:Gerard pov:Bob pov:Alicia +length:short.1k-5k !meta:rec:fic posted:2012-01 recced:2012-05 fic:category:het fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:AU fic:genre:cyberpunk pairing:Frank/Mikey(primary) pairing:Bob/Gerard/Ray(primary) pairing:Pete/Alicia(primary)https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:2725db714651/creepylicious: Ways Plus One2011-11-14T16:57:21+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/396587
turloughQUOTE: The thing is that Frank just can't ignore it after the thing with Pete. He wonders how far the whole sharing goes. It makes Frank a bit crazy.
"Okay," he says at breakfast. Mikey looks bleary eyed at him. His hair a mess and clutching the coffee like a lifeline. Gerard is hopefully showering Frank thinks absentmindedly.
"It's too early for whatever it is, Frank."
"There is never a good time for asking these questions, but it makes me crazy."
"Oh," Mikey says, draining his mug and pouring another. "This is about me and Gerard sharing everything."
Frank nods. "I just, do you like," he waves his hand.
"Have threesomes?"
"Yeah," Frank sighs.
"Yeah."
"Okay," Frank says.
"You are weird out."
"Yeah. I though, you know you sleep with person A, he sleeps with person A, but I didn't think you were sleeping together with Person A."
"Person A, really?" Mikey mocks gently.
"Whatever," Frank says.
"Are you okay?"
Frank nods, but he has truly no idea. (1,710 words)(also at http://anon-lovefest.livejournal.com/66241.html?thread=9642689#t9642689 )]]>author:creepylicious fandom:Bandom concept:polyamory relationship:UST relationship:poly relationship:Waycest smut:blowjob smut:threesome setting:on.tour setting:on.break tour:2005.Warped band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Frank +length:short.1k-5k !meta:rec:fic posted:2011-11 recced:2011-11 fic:category:slash fic:genre:character.study pairing:Gerard/Mikey/Pete(secondary) pairing:Frank/Gerard/Mikey(primary)https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:6780ea66b04f/fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Meltdown (OT3 'verse outtake)2011-09-26T15:01:19+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/256323
turloughQUOTE: And then it hits him; he's going to be spending the next several *hours* like this. That's what Frank wants, what *Grant* wants. And he's done it before, but never in public. Never where he was required to talk and be coherent and somewhat professional. "*Fuck*," he moans again. But he does as he's told. He gets up, slips his clothes back on, feeling the plug with every single movement. Feeling them watch every single movement.
Frank steps close enough to take Gerard's face between his hands and kisses him, softly and really fucking thoroughly, and says, "Make me proud, baby." Grant draws Frank away and kisses him, and then curls a hand around the back of Gerard's neck and says, "Show me how good you can be."
Gerard can be good. Gerard will be good.
Driving to Meltdown is the most exquisite torture. Every bump, every turn, even just the thrum of the wheels on smooth pavement feels more intense. Gerard has to breathe through his nose nearly the whole time, sure that the next moment, next breath will mean coming. He catches a glimpse of himself in the rearview mirror and he's astounded at his own reflection. He's bright red and sweating a little and he looks - "Grant," he breathes. "Grant, I -"
Grant changes the subject smoothly, asking Frank when he thinks Ray, Mikey, and Alicia will arrive. Gerard swallows against a dry throat and clutches his notebook tighter.
They pull up behind the shop and Gerard is really fucking grateful for the tinted windows, because there's a pretty big line and he is not at all mentally prepared for that many people yet. Thank god there's still enough time before the Q&A that they can hide in the back room for a little while.
Getting out of the car makes Gerard gasp. He can't help it. Fuck, he has to get control of his reactions. "Easy, babe," Frank whispers to him, rubbing his shoulder. It doesn't really help. Being touched really, really doesn't fucking help. (3,620 words)]]>author:fleurdeliser author:tuesdaysgone fandom:Bandom fandom:Comics.RPS universe:OT3.verse activity:interview beings:Grant.Morrison concept:polyamory occupation:writer relationship:established relationship:poly smut:blowjob smut:vehicle.sex smut:fucking smut:threesome setting:on.break tour:2011.Honda.Civic geography:US:Los.Angeles band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Gerard posted:2011-09 recced:2011-09 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.1k-5k smut:sex.toys fic:category:slash fic:genre:crossover fic:genre:PWP pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:2400292f7381/fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Half Of Something Else2011-08-21T20:49:59+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/241411
turloughQUOTE: "Grant Morrison's office, Frank speaking," Frank says into the phone as he leans over Grant to grab a pen. Grant leans back to give him room and can't seem to take his eyes off the scorpion on Frank's neck. Frank places the pen in Grant's hand and Grant forces his eyes to Frank's. Frank sets a stack of papers in front of him, covers the mouthpiece of the phone and whispers, "Sign these."
Frank turns his attention back to the phone, "No. No, Mr. Morrison is not interested in... I don't know where you got your information, but it's wrong. You'll have to send an email about charity-related requests. No, that's *my* policy because it's easier to check that your charity is legit when I have all the pertinent information in front of me. No I'm not trying to be difficult. Mr. Morrison is a busy man and he doesn't need his time wasted with fanboys trying to use a fake charity to get an autograph. Send an email, and I'll look into it and he may donate something."
Grant holds in a chuckle and signs the spots Frank indicated with sticky notes. Frank complains about doing so much internet research all the time, but Grant's favorite moments to surprise Frank are when he's wearing the reading glasses he tends to avoid, grinning faintly as he types away. He'd compared himself to Jason Todd, once; Grant thinks there's a healthy strain of Barbara Gordon hidden away in his compact frame as well.
It's clear to Grant after only a few weeks that Frank doesn't really realize how much more smoothly everything in Grant's life has been going since he started. Of course he wouldn't, because he wasn't there before. Email is being answered in a timely fashion; meetings are being set up without hiccups, and none have had to be rescheduled because Grant wrote down a prior engagement in another spot. It seems simple, but Grant had to do it by himself for months between all the short-lived previous assistants, and it was truly the winter of his discontent.
He's learned, through the whole ordeal, not to take anyone at face value. The last two assistants had been clean-cut young professionals, and they'd lasted no longer than a week or two apiece; somehow despite all their stellar resume items they'd been lacking in some nebulous thing required to do the job. Grant's pretty sure it was the capacity to deal with *him*. Trent's a good friend and Grant hadn't really expected he would send someone totally unfit for the job, but when Frank had walked in the door, wide eyes contrasting with the wild tattoos and the little punk snarl he couldn't quite turn off, he'd had Grant's full attention immediately, although it had been Frank's dismissive little "You need a superhero" that had truly clinched him the job. Grant's pretty sure he's found one. Everyone Grant works with seems to think so too, and Grant doesn't let them forget it; he's always on the phone telling people, "No, you have to talk to Frank, he's the captain of this ship."
Frank always seems to blush every time he hears it, which is disarming in ways Grant finds rather inconvenient, and which he tries to ignore. Grant's friends all comment on how he's much better balanced recently, in a tone which suggests it's some sort of miracle. They're not entirely wrong. Somehow, in the space of a month or two, Frank's got him eating and sleeping on a regular schedule too.
Grant's pretty sure that isn't a normal part of the job description, but then again, what the hell does he know? (58,890 words)]]>author:fleurdeliser author:tuesdaysgone fandom:Bandom fandom:Comics.RPS beings:Grant.Morrison concept:ordinary.lives concept:art concept:polyamory condition:illness band:My.Chemical.Romance things:comics things:Gerard's.platinum.hair occupation:personal.assistant occupation:writer occupation:artist/designer relationship:friendship relationship:UST relationship:poly smut:blowjob smut:handjob smut:fucking smut:threesome smut:double.penetration setting:convention geography:US:Los.Angeles geography:UK:Scotland geography:US:San.Diego geography:US:New.York pov:Frank pov:Gerard pov:Grant.Morrison posted:2011-08 recced:2011-08 !meta:rec:fic +length:long.50k-100k fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:AU fic:genre:character.study fic:genre:crossover pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary) pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) pairing:Frank/Grant.Morrison(primary) con:2006.ComicConhttps://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:d8549a92cb7b/fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: But It's Harder To Feel This Way (OT3 'verse outtake)2011-08-01T15:49:24+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/229890
turloughQUOTE: "If this is all just to tell me you hate my hair at four in the morning, you're lucky I love you." Grant breathes in, suddenly frozen, phone clenched tight in his hand. "Grant, I -" Frank continues, then stops.
"Frank?" There's nothing but silence on the other end of the line now, silence and a crackling hiss of cellular disturbance. "Frank!" He can't be gone, not now. He just can't.
"I gotta go, fuck. I'm gonna wake everyone - Grant -"
"Frank." He's not gone, but he's going, and he's not saying it again. Grant's sitting bolt upright in bed now, as if he could reach out and physically grab onto Frank and stop him.
"Goodnight," the phone whispers at him, and then the call really is dead, and Grant lets his phone hand fall into his lap, staring at it in dismay. (1,070 words)]]>author:fleurdeliser author:tuesdaysgone fandom:Bandom fandom:Comics.RPS universe:OT3.verse beings:Grant.Morrison concept:polyamory relationship:established relationship:poly geography:US:Los.Angeles band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Grant.Morrison posted:2011-07 recced:2011-07 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.1k-5k fic:category:slash fic:genre:character.study fic:genre:crossover pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:259002282ea7/mizubyte: Failboat Frontmen2011-08-01T15:37:59+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/225409
turloughauthor:mizubyte fandom:Bandom activity:performing concept:band.with.a.twist concept:music concept:polyamory concept:stagegay occupation:musician occupation:small.business.owner relationship:friendship relationship:UST smut:blowjob smut:handjob setting:on.tour setting:on.break setting:office time:early.days tour:2005.Taste.of.Chaos geography:US:New.Jersey band:My.Chemical.Romance band:Pencey.Prep band:Leathermouth pov:Frank posted:2011-07 recced:2011-07 !meta:rec:fic +length:medium.5k-10k fic:category:het fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:AU fic:genre:fluff pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) pairing:Frank/Jamia(primary)https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:4e14f2ee6ce9/creepylicous: (How Bad I Want This) Scandal2011-07-11T21:26:03+00:00
http://turps33.livejournal.com/1114666.html?thread=20077354#t20077354
turloughauthor:creepylicious fandom:Bandom activity:performing concept:stagegay concept:polyamory relationship:friendship relationship:established relationship:brothers relationship:poly relationship:Waycest setting:on.tour band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Mikey challenge:2011.Bandom.Kissing.Meme posted:2011-07 recced:2011-07 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.-1k fic:category:slash fic:genre:character.study pairing:Frank/Mikey(primary) pairing:Frank/Gerard/Mikey(primary)https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:796a2ebd1f92/fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Hold On Tight and Don't Look Back (OT3 'verse 8)2011-07-05T16:32:58+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/217846
turloughQUOTE: "So?" Frank asks. Johnny wanders in and rubs up against Frank's legs before hopping in his lap. Frank pets him absently, eyes fixed on Gerard.
"I don't know, he's focused and twitchy and I'm surprised he's eating at all, but clearly he's at least eating toast. He said to make ourselves at home. It's hard to read him. I can't tell if we'd bother him if we went in there with him, or what." Gerard sighs and runs a hand through his hair. He tucks his feet under Frank's thigh and reaches out to let Johnny sniff his fingers. "I just have no idea how he works or what he needs from us and I wish I did."
"The way I see it," Frank says, wrapping his free hand around Gerard's ankle and squeezing, "he asked us to be here, so he's expecting at least some kind of distraction every once in a while. If we bother him, he can ask us to stop."
"Yeah." Gerard sighs again.
They sit like that until the coffee is gone. Johnny even lets Gerard pet him a little bit before they're through. There are a few more hours until practice and Frank disappears toward the bedrooms. Gerard follows quietly a few moments later.
"Hey," he hears from Grant's office.
"Frank. Good morning, darling." Grant sounds distracted, but also genuinely happy to see Frank.
There's the quiet sound of a kiss and then Frank asks, "D'you mind if I sit here and read?"
"Not at all," Grant answers and Gerard hears Frank settle down somewhere. Then the only further sounds he hears are the sound of the keyboard and the periodic turning of pages from Frank.
Gerard goes back out to the dining room, where he can set up his laptop on the glass table. He has his own scripts to work on. And he does, getting so immersed that hours pass, and only the sound of clinking silverware from the kitchen rouses him. He looks up; it's Frank making sandwiches. Frank sees him looking and gestures to the food. Gerard nods. Frank brings him one of the plates and then disappears down the hall, reappearing several minutes later without the other plate but also without Grant.
"He wouldn't take a break," Frank says as he sits down with his own food. "He's been typing ever since I've been in there. He's got like eight books open on the desk. I didn't ask."
Gerard hums. "Maybe later he will," he offers, peeling a strip of crust off his bread and chewing on it. Frank just gives him a look that says, We'll see.
When it's time to leave for practice, Gerard ducks into the bedroom to look for his phone charger, and Frank goes back into the office. When he peeks in the door, Grant is tugging Frank into his lap, and Frank is straddling his hips and leaning in for a kiss. "Is that office-appropriate behavior?" Gerard teases from the doorway.
"Aren't I lucky to not work a proper office job?" Grant counters. (29,840 words)]]>author:fleurdeliser author:tuesdaysgone fandom:Bandom fandom:Comics.RPS universe:OT3.verse activity:drug.use beings:animals.dogs beings:animals.cats beings:Grant.Morrison concept:art concept:polyamory occupation:writer things:comics holiday:New.Years relationship:established relationship:poly relationship:marriage smut:blowjob smut:handjob smut:fucking smut:bondage smut:shower.sex smut:threesome setting:on.break setting:on.tour tour:2011.World.Contamination geography:US:Los.Angeles band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Gerard pov:Frank pov:Grant.Morrison posted:2011-07 recced:2011-07 !meta:rec:fic +length:long.20k-50k smut:sex.toys smut:blindfold fic:category:slash fic:genre:angst fic:genre:character.study fic:genre:crossover fic:genre:fluff pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary) geography:Asia:Japanhttps://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:034b344e6c02/fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: You Only Live Forever In the Lights You Make (OT3 'verse Masterlist)2011-06-17T23:50:27+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/series/7658
turloughINFO: Masterlist of the OT3verse. 8 stories with a total of 110,800 words, 1 prequel of 8,060 words, 1 art by reflectedeve. The list on AO3 also includes various short outtakes. Finished.
]]>author:fleurdeliser author:tuesdaysgone fandom:Bandom fandom:Comics.RPS universe:OT3.verse beings:Grant.Morrison concept:polyamory band:My.Chemical.Romance !meta:masterlist +length:epic.100k- !meta:rec:fichttps://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:6e68e7c00046/fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Sing It From the Heart (OT3 'verse 7)2011-04-10T21:56:37+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/186924
turloughQUOTE: Later, after Frank's eaten his fill of whole-grain pasta and listened to Grant explain something about quantum theory and magic, it still feels normal. It's Grant that makes it all feel normal, because it's all normal for him to discuss physics over dinner, share a bottle of 18-year single-malt on the deck overlooking the canyon and talk about the Justice League, and then go to bed with two guys practically half his age. Or, well. With them. There had better not be any other guys half Grant's age hanging around his bedroom, Frank thinks jealously and then chuckles to himself; apparently it's really good whiskey, because that was not a 100% sober thought. Grant shoots him an inquiring look. Frank shrugs. "Just a random thought," he says.
"What's the rule, Frankie?" Gerard chides him teasingly. "You're not allowed to have those and not share."
"That rule was for *you*, Gerard," Frank shoots back. "Platinum-white hair ringing a bell?"
"Bookworm tattoo," Gerard reminds him.
"I'm sorry, how long did it take you to notice that? And you like it."
"You have a lot of tattoos! And it's not like you put your fingers together and said 'Look at my bookworm tattoo, Gerard.' I thought they were just symbols. Also, I like you."
"You'd better."
Grant laughs. "Is this likely to go on longer?"
"Sorry, Grant," Frank says, "our rock star lifestyle is mostly racking up frequent flier miles and bickering." He shuffles closer to Grant and tips his head against Grant's arm.
"Random thought," Grant reminds him.
"Oh! It was nothing, really, just - imagining what I'd do to the other guys hanging around your bedroom door."
Grant laughs, sounding startled. "There's no one hanging round my bedroom door, Frank."
"Good," Frank says, nuzzling closer. "Because I'm a little drunk, and Gerard's really no good in a fight."
"Gerard," Frank hears Grant say over his head, "did Frank just threaten to duel for my favor?"
"It sounded that way, yes," Gerard replies. Frank knows what Gerard sounds like when he's choking back laughter, and he flips him off without looking in that direction. (28,750 words)(also at http://tuesdaysgone.dreamwidth.org/7893.html )]]>author:fleurdeliser author:tuesdaysgone fandom:Bandom fandom:Comics.RPS universe:OT3.verse activity:performing beings:Grant.Morrison beings:animals.dogs beings:animals.cats things:fur.coat concept:polyamory occupation:writer things:comics relationship:established relationship:poly relationship:friendship smut:blowjob smut:fucking smut:threesome smut:frottage smut:shower.sex smut:handjob smut:voyeurism setting:on.break setting:on.tour tour:2010.Radio.Christmas.Shows geography:US:Los.Angeles geography:US:New.York geography:US:New.Jersey band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Frank pov:Gerard posted:2011-04 recced:2011-04 !meta:rec:fic +length:long.20k-50k fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:character.study fic:genre:crossover pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:78231266edfc/pandarus: (To Die Will Be) An Awfully Big Adventure2011-03-13T20:47:50+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/167916
turloughauthor:pandarus fandom:Bandom activity:kidnapping activity:rescue beings:faeries beings:vampires beings:werewolves concept:addiction concept:art concept:char.death(temporary) concept:magic concept:supernatural concept:violence concept:polyamory condition:injury occupation:slayer relationship:friendship relationship:established relationship:brothers relationship:poly smut:handjob setting:other.world time:future geography:US:Los.Angeles geography:myth:Fairy.Land band:My.Chemical.Romance band:Fall.Out.Boy band:The.Used band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence pov:Gerard posted:2011-03 recced:2011-03 !meta:rec:fic +length:long.50k-100k fic:category:het fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:character.study fic:genre:urban.fantasy pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) pairing:Frank/Jamia(secondary) pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(primary) pairing:Patrick/Pete(secondary) pairing:Pete/Ashlee(secondary)https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:86d08edb3dad/tuesdaysgone: Lives Become Incredible (OT3 'verse 6)2011-02-13T23:43:37+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/186919
turloughQUOTE: "And what sort of socializing was this? Is young Mr. Way still with Other-Frank?" Vince asks curiously, sounding for all the world like a nosy granny. "I thought they were -"
"They are," Grant says simply. "Still. Always."
"Grant -" Vince sounds a little pained. He won't say more, never has. Won't tell Grant to get over it; he's a good friend but not that sort, and Grant appreciates the effort. He knows he's not an easy person to befriend. He's hard to talk to, sometimes intentionally; he's a workaholic, he reads too much and writes even more, sleeps too little and even among friends it's easier to wear one of his personas, even these days when they're more ill-tailored than not.
As he sits quietly, and sips his pint, and smiles faintly, Vince's eyes narrow and his expression changes. "You didn't - Grant. You fucked him, didn't you? I know that smug expression."
Is it - well, maybe it *is* a little smug. "Not... exactly," Grant prevaricates, finding this conversation more entertaining as he gets closer to the bottom of his pint, as Vince gets a bit more agitated. (1,190 words)(also at http://tuesdaysgone.dreamwidth.org/7613.html )]]>author:tuesdaysgone fandom:Bandom fandom:Comics.RPS universe:OT3.verse activity:drinking beings:Grant.Morrison things:memories concept:polyamory occupation:writer relationship:established relationship:poly setting:bar/club geography:UK:Scotland band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Grant.Morrison posted:2011-02 recced:2011-02 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.1k-5k fic:category:slash fic:genre:character.study fic:genre:crossover pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:669fed7cba76/fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Hide Your Eyes We're Gonna Shine Tonight (OT3 'verse 5)2011-02-06T20:07:35+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/186915
turloughQUOTE: When Grant arrives at the restaurant that night, a few minutes after them, Gerard has to grab Frank's hand. Because otherwise there is just no fucking way he could stop himself from giving everyone in the room a show. Frank's little intake of breath at the sight of Grant is enough to tell Gerard that Frank knows exactly how he feels. It's just - he looks so fucking good. He's in one of his suits and has on this bright, bold tie that Gerard wants to grab hold of and use to pull Grant to him. Or maybe watch Frank do it, watch Frank do what he said he wanted when he was on the phone to Grant on his birthday.
"That's fucking cheating," Frank whispers in his ear. Grant catches his eye and yes, that is definitely a smirk. He knows exactly what he's doing to them.
"Since when do either of us play fair?" Gerard whispers back, then pulls Frank in for a kiss. It isn't until he feels the hand curling around the curve of his ass and pulling him close that he sees the flaw in this plan. He should know better than to even suggest the word "competition" to Frank. At least not in public. Gerard's not - well, god knows he's a bit of an exhibitionist on stage, but that's on stage, not in a swanky restaurant in Soho. With Ray, James, Pedicone, and his brother and sister-in-law three feet away. Okay, so that part's not much different, but still. It's gonna be an interesting evening.
Their table isn't ready yet and they're all waiting in the noisy bar, which ups the stakes considerably, because it means that Grant can set a hand on his shoulder, lean close under the guise of conversation. "How was your day?" he asks. It's such an innocent question, but the tone... Gerard can't help the shiver that goes down his spine.
"It was long and I'd have rather just stayed in bed, but it was good." Gerard tilts his head and widens his eyes.
Grant smirks at him and turns to Frank. "And how are you feeling?"
"Like I'm ready to make the most of our last real night in London," Frank answers. And licks his lips. Gerard pretty much has to kiss him again. And with Grant this close, he hears the little whoosh of breath Grant expels at the sight of them.
"What've you been up to without me to bother you all day?" Frank asks.
"Wishing you were there to bother me, actually," Grant answers with a pointed look. Frank has the good grace to look abashed and Gerard squeezes his hand. "But since that wasn't possible, I went down to my favorite pub, found a nice spot in the corner and wrote for most of the day."
"The same thing you were writing yesterday?" Frank asks.
"Yes, that. I made quite a bit of progress. Apparently I was inspired." Grant's lips quirk into a smirk again. (17,820 words)(also at http://tuesdaysgone.dreamwidth.org/7385.html )]]>author:fleurdeliser author:tuesdaysgone fandom:Bandom fandom:Comics.RPS universe:OT3.verse beings:Grant.Morrison beings:animals.dogs holiday:Thanksgiving concept:polyamory occupation:writer relationship:established relationship:poly smut:blowjob smut:fucking smut:rimming smut:handjob smut:threesome setting:on.tour setting:on.break tour:2010.World.Contamination geography:UK:London geography:US:Los.Angeles band:My.Chemical.Romance pairing:Bert/Gerard(past) pov:Gerard pov:Frank posted:2011-01 recced:2011-02 !meta:rec:fic +length:medium.10k-20k fic:category:slash fic:genre:character.study fic:genre:crossover pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:4d6745073afe/turps: And the Embers Never Fade2011-01-23T19:04:11+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/159761
turloughQUOTE: Safety released on his gun, Bob approaches the body, and frowns when he gets closer. He's expecting some S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W drone, but it isn't at all. Not unless they've started to wear leather jackets and actual colors.
Bob circles the body, stepping over patches of blood-stained sand. Then kneels, staring at the yellow crash helmet complete with smiley face, spits out, "Fuck."
While they run the same circles, Bob's never met any of the Killjoys, but he knows what they look like. Or else, he's seen the wanted posters and read their descriptions, including Kobra Kid's distinctive crash helmet. Which this definitely is.
Hoping that he's found some kind of copy cat, Bob pulls up the visor and immediately wants to stand and run. Because, despite the blood that's dried on his face, it's Kobra Kid for sure, and Bob's just been landed with a problem he never wanted.
The sensible thing would be to run. Just stand up and go without checking to see if Kobra Kid's even alive. But Bob can't do that. While he seeks out solitude and prefers to live off the grid, that doesn't mean he can ignore someone so obviously injured. Reaching out, he presses his fingers against Kobra Kid's neck, feeling for a pulse.
There's one there, faint but steady, and Bob makes a decision. Sliding his arms under Kobra Kid's body, Bob lifts him up, cradling him against his chest. Which medically is probably a disaster but so's staying here, when S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W or the dracs could arrive at any time.
"Sorry, kid," Bob says, thankful for his years of hauling around heavy engines as he manhandles Kobra Kid up the bank and into the back of the Jeep. Kobra Kid doesn't reply, or make any noise in response, and Bob's sure he's going to end up with a corpse on his hands, and probably a price on his head from when the Killjoys inevitably find out. Which fine, what's one more to add to the collection?
Hand shading his eyes, Bob looks along the track, checking for dust clouds signaling anyone approaching. When he's sure they're clear, he leans into his Jeep, looking down at the back seat.
"You'd better keep breathing," Bob threatens, taking in how Kobra Kid's pants are shredded and the material blood stained. "I mean it, die in my Jeep and I'll kill you." (45,460 words)
(also at http://turps33.livejournal.com/1083257.html )]]>author:turps fandom:Bandom universe:Pink.Jeep.verse activity:gun.fights activity:killing/murder activity:plane/vehicle.crash activity:rescue activity:salvage beings:draculoids things:motorbike things:Trans.Am concept:ordinary.lives concept:dystopia concept:rebellion concept:polyamory concept:violence condition:injury occupation:mechanic occupation:rebel relationship:friendship relationship:poly relationship:brothers relationship:Waycest smut:blowjob smut:fucking smut:groupsex smut:handjob smut:voyeurism setting:desert band:My.Chemical.Romance band:Fall.Out.Boy band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence pov:Bob pov:Mikey pov:Frank posted:2011-01 recced:2011-01 !meta:rec:fic +length:long.20k-50k things:storm fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:action/adventure fic:genre:angst fic:genre:AU fic:genre:character.study pairing:GSF:My.Chemical.Romance(primary) universe:Danger.Dayshttps://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:fc27df490728/mistresscurvy: Fuck the Snow (Repeat as Necessary)2011-01-18T19:07:49+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/153444
turloughQUOTE: He waits for Gerard to come around the car before trudging through the snow up the walkway to his house and climbing up the front steps. He turns around to see how Gerard is doing just in time to see him slip backwards in his designer boots, which Frank has to admit look pretty awesome but clearly do not have the soles for New Jersey winters. Gerard almost stays on his feet, but he overcorrects a little and goes down, faceplanting into the snow.
"Gerard!" Frank says, walking down the steps again as fast as he dares to help him. Gerard is on his hands and knees, and Frank reaches out a hand for Gerard to grab as he carefully stands back up. "You okay, man?" Frank asks, brushing off some of the snow that's all over Gerard's body.
Gerard looks back at him, his face red and wet, hair dangling in his face. "Fuck the snow, Frank," he says, shaking his arms out to knock some of the snow off.
"No argument from me," Frank says, taking hold of Gerard's arm and leading him up to the stoop slowly. They make their way up the stairs, Gerard grabbing onto Frank as he tests each step out before shifting his weight. Frank fumbles with the keys a bit, his hands cold and clammy just from the few minutes they've been outside, but he finally gets the right key in the lock and pushes open the front door.
Frank tosses the keys onto the hall table, not caring at all when they skid across the surface and crash to the ground. "Okay. Why don't you head upstairs and get changed, and I'm going to call Jamia," he says, trying to toe off his boots but eventually giving up and leaning over to unlace them. Gerard is leaning back against the closed front door, pulling one of his boots off and chucking it across the room once he succeeds. He gets the other one off as well and then pads through the hall up to the stairs, his socked feet squishing slightly as he goes. (6,390 words)(also at http://community.livejournal.com/no_tags/31245.html & http://mistresscurvy.dreamwidth.org/21953.html & http://mistresscurvy.livejournal.com/22947.html )]]>author:mistresscurvy fandom:Bandom beings:animals.dogs concept:family concept:polyamory things:snow relationship:established relationship:poly smut:fucking setting:on.break tour:2010.World.Contamination geography:US:New.Jersey band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Frank challenge:2011.No.Tags posted:2011-01 recced:2011-01 !meta:rec:fic +length:medium.5k-10k things:storm fic:category:het fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:fluff pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) pairing:Frank/Jamia(secondary) pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(secondary)https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:281e5417bff1/brooklinegirl: Making Of2011-01-17T17:54:33+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/312234
turloughQUOTE: Gerard pulls back, but he doesn't let go. "Frankie," he says, his voice soft and delighted, in a way that Frank's never heard anyone say anything except for Gerard. "Frankie, how great is this?"
"So great," Frank breathes, staring up at him. He's on his toes, he realizes suddenly, pressed against the wall, his head still angled for Gerard's kiss. His phone buzzes, insistent, in his pocket, trapped between the two of them. Gerard kisses him again, quick and soft this time, stepping back as Frank falls back to the flat of his boots with a thump. He fishes the phone out of his pocket, and he's got a picture text loading.
"Ooh, it's Jamia," Gerard says, looking at Frank's phone over his shoulder, like it would never occur to him Frank would get a text he wouldn't want to share. "Oh my god, Frankie, your *girls*."
Because it is - his girls, his babies. Lily is wailing, pissed off, her face bright red, and Cherry is looking petulant and put-out, her hands in fists up by her face. It's hysterical, both of them so angry, and the note on the picture message is, 'The girls say What Up, Daddy'.
Frank feels his face melting into that gooey, terrible, awful, unstoppable dad-face, and when he glances up, his cheeks hot, Gerard is looking at the phone with nearly the same expression. "Oh man," he says. "Look at those faces. They will *cut* you. They will *fuck you up*." (4,630 words)(also at http://community.livejournal.com/no_tags/27496.html )
]]>author:brooklinegirl fandom:Bandom activity:film.making beings:Grant.Morrison things:Gerard's.red.hair concept:polyamory relationship:established relationship:poly smut:blowjob setting:desert time:Danger.Days.promo geography:US:California band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Frank challenge:2011.No.Tags posted:2011-01 recced:2011-01 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.1k-5k fandom:Comics.RPS fic:category:het fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:character.study fic:genre:fluff pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) pairing:Frank/Jamia(secondary) pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(secondary) pairing:Frank/Gerard/Jamia/Lindsey(secondary) universe:Danger.Dayshttps://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:047a72ad056a/fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: If My Velocity Starts To Make You Sweat (OT3 'verse 4)2011-01-10T00:25:15+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/186912
turloughQUOTE: Frank hasn't been unhappy in the last few months by any means, but playing shows is like a whole other plane of existence and he'd missed it so much. He nudges Mikey back and grins at him before standing up. "Okay. Time to go wake the dragon. Pray I return."
When Frank crawls in the bunk with Gerard, he finds it's less waking a dragon and more coming face-to-face with a sleepy puppy. "Hey," he whispers.
"Hi." Gerard sounds a little croaky, but not too bad.
"How're you feeling?" Frank asks.
"Tired, but could be worse. I need coffee."
"Mikey told me a few minutes ago that the driver said we're about half an hour out. So if you can hold out, we can get real Parisian coffee," Frank says. And wow, that sounds fucking good right now.
"What'd you do while I was sleeping?" Gerard asks.
"Finished my book. We need to find a book store that sells books in English, because I need a new one," and after a moment's hesitation Frank adds, "and I called Grant again."
"Mmmm," Gerard hums, stretching. "I bet he was glad."
"I guess," Frank says.
"Don't do that," Gerard replies instantly, once again echoing Grant without realizing.
Because it's Gerard, Frank can't really stop himself from spitting out some of the words he'd held back earlier. "Do what? It's just the truth. I'm not, I can't be -"
"Frank." Now Gerard is sounding cranky, and, typically, is seeing right through Frank's bullshit. "Grant liked you a lot before. You think he's going to like you less now?" He raises his eyebrows.
"Maybe."
Gerard rolls back over and buries his face in the pillow. "Fine. Be an idiot. I can't actually stop you," he says, muffled. The last word comes out with a spasm of coughs and Frank sits up, rubs Gerard's back till he's quiet. Gerard sighs and curls a hand around Frank's knee, so Frank sits where he is until the bus stops. (14,820 words)(also at http://tuesdaysgone.dreamwidth.org/7118.html )]]>author:fleurdeliser author:tuesdaysgone fandom:Bandom fandom:Comics.RPS universe:OT3.verse beings:Grant.Morrison concept:art concept:polyamory occupation:writer things:comics condition:illness relationship:established relationship:poly smut:blowjob smut:fucking smut:phone.sex setting:on.tour tour:2010.World.Contamination geography:Europe:Germany geography:Europe:France geography:UK:London band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Frank posted:2011-01 recced:2011-01 !meta:rec:fic +length:medium.10k-20k fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:angst fic:genre:character.study fic:genre:crossover activity:cuddling pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary) pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:b06fe4c78d37/creepylicious: Word/Picture2011-01-10T00:08:22+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/250069
turloughauthor:creepylicious fandom:Bandom concept:ordinary.lives concept:art concept:story.within.a.story concept:polyamory things:comics occupation:small.business.owner occupation:artist/designer relationship:brothers relationship:UST relationship:Waycest relationship:poly smut:frottage smut:handjob smut:masturbation smut:threesome setting:shop band:My.Chemical.Romance band:Fall.Out.Boy pov:Mikey pov:Gerard pov:Pete challenge:2010.Bandom.Stuffs.It posted:2010-12 recced:2011-01 !meta:rec:fic +length:medium.5k-10k things:graffitti fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:angst fic:genre:AU fic:genre:character.study pairing:Gerard/Mikey/Pete(primary) pairing:Gerard/Pete(primary) pairing:Mikey/Pete(primary) universe:Danger.Dayshttps://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:4139f5affad5/were_duck: Keep Running2011-01-02T23:49:02+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/145697
turloughQUOTE: Korse feels rage slam into him, wanting to shut off the bitter stream of words, and before he can even think he grips the needle probe and stabs Way right through the neck.
Korse stares down as blood wells from Way's neck, dark and viscous, staining the steel jutting out on each side of the join of his jaw, his chapped lips parting for a gurgled, pathetic cry.
Korse can feel the odd leveling sensation coating his mind as his high emotional state triggers the chempack, drugs hitting his bloodstream to bring him back under perfect control.
He tears his gaze impassively from the shock dimming out of Way's eyes, dropping the probe disdainfully into the pristine tool set, blood spattering over the sterile instruments. He motions the technician over. She takes over efficiently and silently, pressing the call button that brings several attendants in to aid her as Way begins to convulse on the table from lack of oxygen and shock.
Korse leaves the complex, brushing a layer of dust from his vehicle before nodding brusquely to his henchman to get in the passenger seat. They're three miles away, en route for headquarters, when the call comes through.
"Exterminator Korse, sir, this is Lieutenant Covacs here at Station Six. Sir, there's been an incident. The medical staff were compromised, sir. They escaped with the patient and killed three attending nurses. They're heading north, and we have a squad in pursuit, but I thought it best to contact you for orders, sir..."
Korse thinks distantly that if his levels hadn't recently adjusted themselves he would be squealing the car around in rage. Instead, he merely thins his lips and hangs up on the distressed underling. If the Killjoys have escaped with Way, there'll be no catching up to them today.
Korse pulls on his radio, thumbing the antiquated side button, flicking to the channel he often uses with his draculoids, the channel he knows the Killjoys will be monitoring.
"Keep running - it won't be fast or far enough. I will find you." He snarls into the line, and slides the radio back into its clip. (8,220 words)(also at http://anatratrope.dreamwidth.org/2525.html )]]>author:were_duck fandom:Bandom activity:detoxing activity:gun.fights activity:killing/murder activity:kidnapping activity:rescue beings:kids beings:draculoids concept:dystopia concept:rebellion concept:brainwashing concept:disability concept:char.death(temporary) concept:ordinary.lives concept:torture concept:violence concept:polyamory condition:injury occupation:rebel occupation:exterminator relationship:established relationship:UST relationship:poly smut:blowjob smut:handjob setting:desert geography:myth:Battery.City band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Gerard pov:Frank pov:Korse posted:2010-12 recced:2011-01 !meta:rec:fic +length:medium.5k-10k concept:medication fandom:Comics.RPS beings:Grant.Morrison fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:action/adventure fic:genre:angst fic:genre:AU fic:genre:character.study pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) pairing:Gerard/Korse(primary) pairing:Frank/Gerard/Korse(primary) universe:Danger.Dayshttps://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:eecfe8da27c9/fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: The Devil's Got Your Number Tonight (OT3 'verse 3)2010-12-26T22:48:54+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/186904
turloughQUOTE: Grant rubs a thumb lightly over Gerard's lipsticked mouth, "We can't waste this just yet." He puts his hands on Gerard's hips and moves his mouth to Gerard's neck. He goes straight to Gerard's sensitive spots and Gerard moans, tipping his head back. Grant moves his hands under the skirt and pulls Gerard's hips flush against his own. "So hard already," he says. "You love this, don't you?"
Of course Gerard loves this, dressing up and painting himself, wearing his own creation. Frank thinks it's a little bit of a control thing, like Frank's tattoos, like the words Gerard likes to write on his skin. It's a little extra distance, that's all; he's not less himself, he's more himself, and Frank knows Grant understands that. Thinks maybe that's why this is happening now.
Then he hears his own name. "Look at Frank," Grant's saying to Gerard. "Look at him watching you."
"Us," Gerard corrects. "He's watching both of us." He is, of course, even though there is a distressing amount of clothing on both of them. "The sudden patience is unlike you, though," Gerard says, addressing Frank directly this time.
"I'm admiring the view," he says, echoing Grant deliberately, trying for a bit of the burr. "The view needs less clothing."
Gerard tugs out of Grant's arms, comes over to crawl up the mattress and hover over Frank. "Then make yourself useful," he teases. Frank sits up underneath him, forcing Gerard to lean back and settle himself onto Frank's lap, and he steadies Gerard's hips before moving his hands to the buttons of the blazer.
"Gonna undo your hard work," he grins. "You okay with that?" He gets the last button open, pushes the jacket off Gerard's shoulders. It hits the floor with a soft thump. The shirt underneath is some sort of drapey, silky thing, and Frank spreads a hand across Gerard's chest, rubbing the fabric back and forth across Gerard's nipples, sticking a hand underneath to pet at his stomach and push the fabric over his head.
Gerard sucks in a breath when he re-emerges, hair going every which way. "I don't know," he drawls. "Is someone going to fuck me at the end of it?"
Frank hums, running a knuckle up and down Gerard's sternum. "Mmm. I bet we could get a volunteer," he deadpans, looking over Gerard's shoulder at Grant. "Isn't that right?" Grant steps up behind Gerard, running his palms up Gerard's back, and Frank feels Gerard shiver. "The less clothing thing applies to you too," he says, catching Grant's eye, and Grant reaches obligingly for his buttons, shedding his shirt and jacket while Frank wraps his own hands around Gerard's biceps and pushes him off his lap and off the bed. (8,730 words)(also at http://tuesdaysgone.dreamwidth.org/6086.html )]]>author:fleurdeliser author:tuesdaysgone fandom:Bandom fandom:Comics.RPS universe:OT3.verse activity:shopping activity:performing beings:Grant.Morrison concept:polyamory relationship:established relationship:friendship relationship:poly smut:blowjob smut:finger.fucking smut:handjob smut:fucking smut:threesome setting:on.tour tour:2010.World.Contamination geography:UK:London geography:UK:Scotland band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Frank posted:2010-12 recced:2010-12 !meta:rec:fic +length:medium.5k-10k fic:category:slash fic:genre:crossover fic:genre:PWP pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:76d2b8b2bf18/gala_apples: Lemme Tell You 'Bout The Sad Man2010-10-18T19:04:58+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/421052
turloughauthor:gala_apples fandom:Bandom activity:salvage activity:gun.fights beings:kids beings:draculoids concept:ordinary.lives concept:char.death.minor concept:char.death.minor(past) concept:dystopia concept:rebellion concept:violence concept:family concept:polyamory occupation:rebel relationship:established relationship:poly setting:desert band:My.Chemical.Romance band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence pov:Ray challenge:2010.Schmoop.Bingo posted:2010-09 recced:2010-10 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.1k-5k fic:category:het fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:action/adventure fic:genre:angst fic:genre:AU fic:genre:character.study pairing:MIkey/Alicia(secondary) pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(secondary) pairing:Ray/Christa(primary) pairing:GSF:My.Chemical.Romance(secondary) universe:Danger.Dayshttps://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:541cb4e85a5d/7iris: untitled not!fic2010-08-16T16:02:23+00:00
http://pearl-o.livejournal.com/985029.html?thread=11368901#t11368901
turloughauthor:7iris fandom:Bandom concept:addiction concept:sobriety concept:polyamory relationship:poly relationship:breakup relationship:brothers relationship:UST relationship:Waycest setting:on.tour tour:2004.Warped tour:2005.Taste.of.Chaos tour:2005.Warped location:Paramour.Mansion tour:2006-2007.Black.Parade band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:omni posted:2008-03 recced:2010-08 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.1k-5k fic:category:slash fic:form:not!fic fic:genre:angst fic:genre:character.study pairing:GSF:My.Chemical.Romance(primary) pairing:Bert/Gerard(secondary) pairing:Mikey/Pete(secondary)https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:ea9ba7a78337/silentdescant: Choice2010-08-08T21:56:03+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/127223
turloughauthor:silentdescant fandom:Bandom activity:drinking concept:polyamory relationship:established relationship:brothers relationship:UST relationship:Waycest relationship:poly setting:on.tour time:early.days band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Frank challenge:2010.Ways+1 posted:2010-08 recced:2010-08 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.1k-5k fic:category:slash fic:genre:fluff pairing:Frank/Mikey(primary) pairing:Frank/Gerard/Mikey(primary)https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:f0cd19faedf3/turps: Sing the Revolution2010-08-02T00:01:12+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/104739
turloughauthor:turps fandom:Bandom activity:bullying activity:crossdressing activity:drinking activity:shopping beings:teenagers concept:ordinary.lives concept:genderfuck concept:homophobia concept:polyamory condition:injury occupation:student.high.school relationship:friendship relationship:brothers relationship:UST relationship:Waycest relationship:poly smut:handjob smut:masturbation smut:voyeurism setting:high.school location:Way.basement geography:US:New.Jersey band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Frank pov:Gerard pov:Mikey challenge:2010.Ways+1 posted:2010-08 recced:2010-08 !meta:rec:fic +length:medium.10k-20k smut:porn fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:angst fic:genre:AU fic:genre:character.study pairing:Frank/Gerard/Mikey(primary) pairing:Frank/Mikey(primary)https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:8e8c5ee554d4/creepylicious: Urban Battle Songs (Are About Love)2010-06-13T21:14:43+00:00
http://community.livejournal.com/bandombigbang/87394.html
turloughauthor:creepylicious fandom:Bandom activity:drinking activity:transformation.animate beings:animals.others concept:band.with.a.twist concept:homelessness concept:magic concept:sobriety concept:supernatural concept:polyamory condition:injury occupation:wizard/witch occupation:artist/designer things:dreams relationship:friendship relationship:brothers relationship:UST relationship:Waycest relationship:poly smut:blowjob time:post-band geography:US:New.Jersey band:My.Chemical.Romance band:Panic.at.the.Disco band:Gym.Class.Heroes band:Cobra.Starship band:Midtown band:Fall.Out.Boy band:The.Academy.Is pov:Gerard pov:Mikey pov:Ryan pov:Brendon pov:Travis challenge:2010.BBB posted:2010-06 recced:2010-06 !meta:rec:fic +length:long.20k-50k fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:AU fic:genre:urban.fantasy pairing:Gerard/Mikey/Ryan(primary) pairing:Gabe/William(secondary)https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:ec581bb3ff96/earlofcardigans: Kings and Queens of Dirt and Light2010-02-08T16:32:14+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/562134
turloughQUOTE: When he looks at her again, she's smiling at him in that way she has that's just for him. Bob learned it pretty early on. It was weird and kind of jolting, and he had squirreled it away thinking that no one else was going to know that Lindsey made him that bubbly and explosive under his skin, like Bob was a science experiment under glass and Lindsey was dreaded oxygen.
The only other person that had made him ever feel weird under his skin was Gerard, and while that had turned out well, Bob didn't want to think at the time he could count on any sort of streak.
Lindsey taps the fingernails of her hand, some blood red and some bitten off, against his leg and says his name, low and insistent.
"Sorry."
"It's okay." She smooths her hand over his forehead, sits up briskly and shakes her head, though, and says, "I think we should talk about Gerard. He's working too much. Already. Too much work. It's not even two weeks into the year. What are we going to do to fix him, Bob?"
She smiles then and Bob is sure he's in trouble. He sends mental signals to Gerard to run far and fast if he's around because Lindsey looks like she already has a plan and that that plan is devious. (1,320 words)(also at http://community.livejournal.com/sarcasticarray/15741.html )]]>author:earlofcardigans fandom:Bandom activity:photography concept:polyamory relationship:established relationship:poly time:the.hiatus geography:US:Los.Angeles band:My.Chemical.Romance band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence pov:Bob posted:2010-01 recced:2010-02 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.1k-5k fic:category:het fic:category:slash fic:genre:fluff pairing:Bob/Gerard/Lindsey(primary)https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:399cfe72bb22/wasoncedelight: Are We The Parts, Are We The Whole2010-01-18T15:55:30+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/3238307
turloughQUOTE: Everything's different when Lindsey gets pregnant.
She and Gerard are in L.A. instead of New York, and the only bruises on Bob's skin are the ones he banged to the surface himself. He shares his bed in Chicago with three dogs instead of two people and tells himself he isn't lonely. And it's easy to miss a phone call or ten, between the break and Bob's surgery and Gerard playing bandwife.
But then Bob's phone rings on a Tuesday afternoon, and it's both of them on the other end of the line, their voices high and happy, tripping over each other to tell him the news and demand that he get his ass out to L.A. all in the same breath.
"Yeah?" Bob asks, halfway between surprised and relieved, his heart lodged somewhere between his chest and his throat. He's thrilled, and fucking terrified, because it's been too long and nothing's the same; he doesn't know what to think or how to feel, except that holy shit, Lindsey's gonna have a baby. And he misses them.
"Yeah!" Gerard laughs. "C'mon, we haven't seen you in forever."
"Please?" Lindsey says, and twelve hours later Bob's putting the first of two thousand miles under the Jeep's tires.
But it's different. In Bob's head, if not quite his heart, it's different. (1,520 words)(also at http://community.livejournal.com/no_tags/14758.html & http://sleepingcities.livejournal.com/5431.html )]]>author:wasoncedelight fandom:Bandom concept:family concept:polyamory relationship:friendship relationship:established relationship:poly time:the.hiatus geography:US:Chicago geography:US:Los.Angeles band:My.Chemical.Romance band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence pov:Bob challenge:2010.No.Tags posted:2010-01 recced:2010-01 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.1k-5k fic:category:het fic:category:slash fic:genre:angst fic:genre:character.study pairing:Bob/Gerard/Lindsey(primary)https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:03381e73a651/earlofcardigans: Hollow Out Your Heart, Refill It, Watch It Kindle2010-01-10T21:27:52+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/562132
turloughQUOTE: He doesn't mean to call Bob so late. He never means to, Lindsey says, and she's right, but there are just times when the only thing that cuts through Gerard's sleepless, fuzzy haze is Bob's voice. He quit trying to figure that out a long time ago. Bob lets Gerard attach himself to him, and he anchors all of them. Gerard needs that more than Lindsey, he knows, and sometimes he needs to hear Bob to know that they are on the same plane, that they are still 'Bob and Gerard' and nothing has changed in the darkest dark past midnight and crept up to somehow lie to him.
He doesn't bother leaving the bed, doesn't bother saying hi even when Bob answers. Gerard wants a timeline. It's all he ever wants: a countdown to when he knows things will be back to even, no matter the odds.
"Are you coming home? For Christmas, I mean." Gerard rolls over and breathes Lindsey's scent from his pillow. He knows Bob can still hear him, still understand him.
Gerard knows it's cheesy, but when he listens to Bob spark a cigarette and not answer him, he thinks about how Bob has been the only one that always heard him. Until Bob, until Lindsey, Gerard hadn't been sure of anything in his head. No matter what Mikey said. (1,170 words)(also at http://community.livejournal.com/sarcasticarray/14298.html )]]>author:earlofcardigans fandom:Bandom concept:polyamory condition:insomnia relationship:established relationship:poly time:the.hiatus geography:US:Los.Angeles geography:US:Chicago band:My.Chemical.Romance band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence pov:Gerard pov:Bob pov:Lindsey challenge:2009.MCR.Secret.Santa posted:2010-01 recced:2010-01 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.1k-5k fic:category:het fic:category:slash fic:genre:character.study pairing:Bob/Gerard/Lindsey(primary)https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:598f1fbb77f6/earlofcardigans: Break It Down, Spill It Wide, Laugh It Off2009-12-20T22:34:37+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/562133
turloughQUOTE: "You should reign in your fucking band. Iero's insulting fans all over the place."
"You should talk to your fucking friends instead of stalking them online. What's up with you, Schechter? Where are you right now? Do you have the Google Earth positioned over me and Gerard? Can you see me flipping you off?"
Gerard looked up at Bob with questioning eyes, but Bob just shook his head. Gerard turned over in Bob's lap and stared back at the TV.
"Anyway. Happy birthday, asshole." Brian sounded sincere about it. And the thing with Brian was that he always was sincere about calling people assholes. He really meant it. Bob appreciated that in Brian from way back. Part of the reason they were friends.
"Aww thanks, B, for the touching sentiment. Where's my present?"
"You should have dinner with me some time and come get it." Brian was doing that thing where he twisted his shirt around his hand. Bob could totally tell.
"You should come to my completely and utterly a surprise to me party and bring it." Bob pretended to ignore Gerard's frantic face.
"I don't know if that's a good idea." More shirt twisting. It was a wonder any of his clothes fit. (1,650 words)(also at http://community.livejournal.com/sarcasticarray/13310.html )]]>author:earlofcardigans fandom:Bandom concept:polyamory things:cupcakes relationship:friendship relationship:established relationship:poly time:the.hiatus geography:US:Los.Angeles band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Bob posted:2009-12 recced:2009-12 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.1k-5k fic:category:het fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:fluff pairing:Bob/Gerard/Lindsey(primary) pairing:MIkey/Alicia(secondary) pairing:Frank/Jamia(secondary)https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:f8895c053836/earlofcardigans: untitled fic2009-12-13T20:51:32+00:00
http://community.livejournal.com/sarcasticarray/12968.html
turloughauthor:earlofcardigans fandom:Bandom concept:polyamory relationship:poly time:early.days setting:recording.studio band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Frank posted:2009-12 recced:2009-12 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.-1k fic:category:slash fic:genre:fluff pairing:Frank/Gerard(secondary) pairing:Frank/Mikey(primary) pairing:Frank/Gerard/Mikey(primary)https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:cc63923600de/ciel_vert: I'm Gonna Love You With My Hands Tied2009-12-06T21:30:58+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/165846
turloughauthor:ciel_vert fandom:Bandom concept:polyamory things:memories relationship:friendship relationship:poly smut:blowjob time:the.hiatus setting:recording.studio geography:US:Los.Angeles band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Frank posted:2009-11 recced:2009-12 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.1k-5k fic:category:het fic:category:slash fic:genre:PWP pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) pairing:Frank/Jamia(secondary) pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(secondary)https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:52054804e389/pearl_o: Five things that happened after A Boat That Can Love the Rocks or the Shore2009-11-08T23:26:43+00:00
http://schmerica.dreamwidth.org/1094675.html?#cutid2
turloughauthor:pearl_o fandom:Bandom concept:polyamory things:dreams relationship:established relationship:poly relationship:friendship smut:handjob setting:on.tour time:early.days band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Frank posted:2009-10 recced:2009-11 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.-1k fic:category:slash fic:genre:fluff pairing:Frank/Gerard/Mikey(primary)https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:c1c8e38eec60/pearl_o: A Boat That Can Love the Rocks or the Shore2009-11-01T23:40:32+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/21377
turloughauthor:pearl_o fandom:Bandom concept:polyamory relationship:established relationship:friendship relationship:poly time:early.days setting:on.tour band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Frank posted:2009-10 recced:2009-11 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.1k-5k fic:category:slash fic:genre:fluff pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) pairing:Frank/Mikey(primary) pairing:Frank/Gerard/Mikey(primary)https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:8818975b94ba/tuesdaysgone: The End of the Beginning2009-10-11T23:15:51+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/187224
turloughauthor:tuesdaysgone fandom:Bandom activity:drinking concept:char.death(past) concept:war concept:art concept:ordinary.lives concept:polyamory condition:PTSD condition:insomnia things:memories occupation:artist/designer occupation:teacher occupation:mechanic relationship:poly relationship:friendship relationship:UST relationship:established period:1940s period:WWII geography:US:New.Jersey band:My.Chemical.Romance band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence pairing:Mikey/Alicia(past) pov:Gerard pov:Lindsey challenge:2009.H/C posted:2009-10 recced:2009-10 !meta:rec:fic +length:medium.10k-20k fic:category:femslash fic:category:het fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:angst fic:genre:AU fic:genre:character.study pairing:Bob/Gerard(primary) pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(primary) pairing:Bob/Lindsey(primary) pairing:Bob/Gerard/Lindsey(primary) pairing:Lindsey/Alicia(primary) pairing:Gerard/Alicia(secondary) pairing:Frank/Jamia(secondary) pairing:Ray/Christa(secondary)https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:17587e794e6f/clumsygyrl & lovelypoet: Exceptional2009-04-05T18:43:44+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/series/23200
turloughauthor:clumsygyrl author:lovelypoet fandom:Bandom concept:polyamory relationship:friendship relationship:UST relationship:poly smut:masturbation smut:blowjob smut:fucking smut:handjob smut:threesome smut:shower.sex setting:on.tour tour:2006-2007.Black.Parade band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:omni posted:2007-08 recced:2009-04 !meta:rec:fic +length:medium.10k-20k smut:sex.toys fic:category:slash fic:genre:fluff pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) pairing:Bob/Frank/Gerard(primary) pairing:Bob/Gerard(primary) pairing:Frank/Jamia(secondary)https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:22881a8e093e/bayleaf: Twist to Fit the Mold2009-03-15T20:12:45+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/9720
turloughQUOTE: An hour before soundcheck, Gerard was desperate enough to make a last-ditch choice for relationship advice.
"Can I talk to you for a second?" Gerard poked at a suspicious stain on his jeans and glanced up through the screen of his eyelashes.
Ray gave Gerard a dubious look. It was an effective one, complete with squinty eyes and a little quirk to the lips that clearly said, 'I don't trust you.' He made no attempt to take off his headphones when he said, "Is it about music? Because I have time to talk about music. If it is about Bob, Bob's shoulders, Bob's lip-ring, your guilt about Bob's wrists, or your personal drama about meeting Bob's parents, then I am hard at work on this song and probably should not be interrupted in case I lose the flow."
Gerard closed his mouth with a tiny, audible snap. "Fucker," he said. Ray snorted and turned back to his laptop.
Gerard managed, just barely, to not stomp his foot when he turned to leave. If he was pouting, well, nobody saw him and they couldn't prove a thing. (8,530 words)(also at http://anew-leaf.livejournal.com/5784.html )]]>author:bayleaf fandom:Bandom condition:injury relationship:established relationship:friendship smut:blowjob setting:on.tour tour:2007-2008.Black.Parade geography:US:Chicago band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Gerard posted:2009-03 recced:2009-03 !meta:rec:fic +length:medium.5k-10k fic:category:slash fic:genre:fluff pairing:Bob/Gerard(primary) concept:polyamoryhttps://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:e90fb47e2733/escherzo: Into the Rushing Road Below2008-09-14T17:31:04+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/562654
turloughQUOTE: He thinks it looks pretty cool; Mikey takes one look at him as he's drying it and starts laughing.
"Oh my god, your *hair*," he wheezes, staring at the floor like he'll burst into another fit of giggles if he looks up at Gerard again. "You look like Strawberry Shortcake."
"Do not."
"No, dude, you really do."
Gerard just grins helplessly, glad at least to have made Mikey happy. It's all he can ask for, some days. He doesn't let himself consider all of the other thoughts that go along with looking at Mikey, making Mikey smile; those are for other times, and if he's going to spend the next week and a half in a car with Mikey, he can't let himself think about them at all. At least, not for now.
"Go get ready to go. And stop *laughing*, asshole." (2,620 words)(also at http://nilyn.livejournal.com/8935.html )]]>author:escherzo fandom:Bandom concept:polyamory things:memories things:Gerard's.pink.hair relationship:UST relationship:poly relationship:Waycest setting:road.trip time:the.hiatus band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Gerard posted:2008-09 recced:2008-09 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.1k-5k fic:category:het fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:character.study pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) pairing:MIkey/Alicia(secondary) pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(secondary)https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:a0dd99e320ab/escherzo: (And If I Can't Have Everything) Well Then Just Give Me a Taste2008-08-16T20:21:21+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/562636
turloughQUOTE: At the next show, Gerard saunters up to him and leans in, nosing at Mikey's neck and then leaning further up, scraping teeth just lightly right at the one place under Mikey's jaw that he knows is a weak spot. Mikey's had more dates find that spot and exploit it than he can remember. But this is *Gerard* that's doing it, and it's Gerard that makes him whine, high in his throat, tipping his head back. It's dangerously close to Gerard's mic but it doesn't matter, the crowd can still see him even if they can't hear him.
He can barely hear the roar of the crowd over his heart pounding in his ears and the notes thudding through him as he tries to keep on playing. It's harder when Gerard moves only to press more firmly against his back, so close he can feel the buttons of Gerard's vest digging in, the sweat on his arms, hair falling against Mikey's neck. He stays only a moment longer, enough to see that Mikey is getting painfully, painfully hard, and then struts across the stage, arms raised high to let the crowd sing a line. He doesn't look back again for the rest of the song except to give Mikey a smirk, dark and absolutely filthy. Everything about it says 'I know'.
After the show he pulls Mikey into a hug like nothing's happened, and the same mouth that curved into a smirk earlier is grinning, expression innocent and blissfully happy.
Mikey can never figure him out. It's like he's an entirely different person once the lights go down, and he doesn't know how much the guy onstage overlaps with the brother he's known all his life. He hasn't seen any sign that Gerard is interested in anything past brotherly hugs and cheek-kisses offstage. Sometimes he makes himself find video of it, because it's like it hasn't even happened.
If he and Gerard could joke around about it, even a little - 'We're totally scandalous, c'mere' or 'Somebody's got a sign about us again' or hell, he'd even take a 'I forgot to check the laws in this county, dude, watch out for the guy with the badge over there' at this point. He can't pretend it doesn't affect him. He wishes it didn't - because it's one thing to be half of the onstage freakshow and another to think about it once the show is over.
He isn't sure if it's more or less twisted to be lusting after his brother considering what his brother does to him on a daily basis. (2,560 words)(also at http://nilyn.livejournal.com/7181.html )]]>author:escherzo fandom:Bandom activity:performing concept:stagegay concept:polyamory relationship:UST relationship:poly relationship:Waycest smut:blowjob setting:on.tour tour:2007-2008.Black.Parade band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Mikey posted:2008-04 recced:2008-05 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.1k-5k fic:category:het fic:category:slash fic:genre:character.study pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) pairing:MIkey/Alicia(primary) pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(secondary)https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:aa0ab488fb91/impertinence & pearl_o: The Monkey On Your Back Is The Latest Trend2008-08-14T21:12:55+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/21313
turloughauthor:impertinence author:pearl_o fandom:Bandom concept:sobriety concept:polyamory relationship:UST relationship:poly relationship:Waycest smut:threesome smut:fucking smut:rimming setting:on.tour band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Gerard posted:2007-12 recced:2008-03 !meta:rec:fic +length:medium.5k-10k fic:category:slash fic:genre:PWP pairing:Mikey/Ray(primary) pairing:Gerard/Mikey/Ray(primary)https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:c383af63ea66/pearl_o: There's No 'I' In Gangbang2008-08-14T21:08:05+00:00
http://schmerica.dreamwidth.org/954562.html
turloughQUOTE: All Ray knew was that he loved this band, these guys, so much it almost hurt.
Then Frank joined the band.
"I thought you liked Frank," Mikey said one day, bumping Ray with his shoulder.
Ray made a face. "I do. I do! Frank's a great guy. It's just..."
Mikey nodded slowly. "Yeah." He paused for a while, staring off into space, which could have meant he was thinking really hard about something, or just that he had gotten distracted.
The day they finished recording the album, Ray slept on the floor at the Ways' and woke up in the middle of the night, groggy and confused. His back was aching, so he stood up and walked in the dark over to Gerard's bed and climbed in beside him.
"Scoot over, Gee," he muttered, elbowing the mass next to him, and Frank's voice said "Ooof."
Ray went still for a moment. "You're not Gerard."
"Neither are you," Frank said, in a sleepy, cranky voice.
"Where is he?"
"I think he's in Mikey's bed. Or maybe the couch. I don't know."
"Oh," said Ray. He let himself lie down all the way on the bed, and pulled the covers halfway over himself. Frank curled back into him a little, which was probably a reflex, but he felt really warm and comforting. Ray turned onto his side, his front to Frank's back, and Frank let out a barely audible sigh.
"Gerard told me about the orgies," Frank said.
"Oh," Ray said again. He moved his hand, wrapping his arm around Frank, and Frank pressed back against his shoulder. "And that's... okay?"
"Yeah," said Frank. "I mean - it's our band, you know?" (1,770 words)(also at http://pearl-o.livejournal.com/990831.html )]]>author:pearl_o fandom:Bandom activity:drinking concept:addiction concept:sobriety concept:polyamory relationship:friendship relationship:Waycest relationship:poly smut:groupsex smut:fucking time:early.days tour:2004.Warped band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Ray posted:2008-03 recced:2008-03 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.1k-5k fic:category:slash fic:genre:character.study pairing:GSF:My.Chemical.Romance(primary)https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:a4412b5d01c3/missmollyetc: The Watch2008-08-13T19:43:26+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/29580
turloughQUOTE: AIt's muscle memory, automatic to curl his palm around the butt of the pistol and lay his finger along the trigger guard. The pistol is heavy and cold in Frankie's hand. He swallows, shifts in his seat, glancing from Gee to Bob to Ray and then fixates on Matt's snoring on the table.
He's a big guy, Matt, muscles turning to fat as he drinks his way through Bob's stock, but he's... he's a sleazy bastard who sold out his whole crew to pay off his gambling. Who had no problem visiting hookers even while Gee was trying to get them off the streets and into programs. He's the only man here who knows everything Frankie did.
The churning in Frankie's stomach starts to burn, shooting flares up into his throat. He takes a deep breath and holds the gun in his lap.
If he kills Matt, he'll prove himself to Gee, he'll be the go-to guy. That's how it works in every gang Frankie's ever been in, shoot a guy and make your bones with the man in charge. It's... okay, so he thought he'd found something different (which is funny, because he wasn't looking in the first place. The world was hard and cold and it didn't give a shit for a kid who'd lost his dad in a barfight and never found anything to replace him but the mob). So, maybe, he'd been buying in to what Gee was selling, but it was stupid to think Gee wasn't Handsome Don's boy where other people couldn't see. Stupid.
Frankie gets out of the booth, and Ray moves silently out of his way. The sun's shining through the window, warm on Frankie's cold, dead-fish hands as he stands in front of the booth. Matt snorts in his sleep.
If he kills Matt, it won't be the first time he's committed murder - won't even be the seventh or the twelfth. He's killed a lot of people for a lot less of a reason. He can kill Matt (right in front of the window where people can *see*) and no one will bat an eyelash because that's the price of doing business sometimes. If he kills Matt, right here in Koslowski's bar, he can go back to Mikey and take him home to bed and pull the covers over both their heads.
Frankie steps forward, feeling his head disconnect from his body. His feet keep walking forward, his hand raises the gun, but in his head all he sees is Mikey kissing his cheek, Mikey listening to music with his feet in Frankie's lap, Mikey crying on the table with blood on his face. Mikey saying good bye that morning. If he kills Matt, he can go back to Mikey.
He puts the gun up to the back of Matt's head, barrel flush against Matt's lank, brown hair. His hand starts to shake. He hears cloth rustling behind him, but it's not louder than the beating of his own heart, hammering in his chest. Something raw and barbed claws its way up his throat, he tries to swallow and can't suddenly - oh God, no, come *on* - Frankie can't stop shaking, can't stop *talking*,
"I just want Mikey, okay?" he whispers. "I just - I can do this, and I can - then I can go back to Mikey, right? Please, I just want to go back to Mikey, I promise, I don't - I *won't*, I just want Mikey, I just want to be there when he wakes up."
He feels someone step up behind him and closes his eyes. He's gonna die, he's gonna - they *know* and then a hand is taking the pistol from Frankie's grasp and that same someone is turning him around. Frankie opens his eyes. He's gonna die staring them all down, he's -
Gee's standing in front of him, holding the gun. He bends down and kisses Frankie's forehead.
"That's the right answer," he says. (19,790 words)(also at http://missmollyetc.livejournal.com/269121.html )]]>author:missmollyetc fandom:Bandom activity:drinking activity:drug.use activity:detoxing concept:addiction concept:sobriety concept:violence concept:polyamory activity:gun.fights condition:injury concept:char.death.minor concept:ordinary.lives things:memories occupation:criminal/mobster occupation:vigilante relationship:brothers relationship:friendship relationship:poly setting:bar/club setting:funeral geography:US:New.Jersey band:My.Chemical.Romance band:Cobra.Starship band:The.Used pairing:Bert/Gerard(past) pairing:Bob/Patrick(past) pov:Gerard pov:Frank pov:Ray pov:Mikey pov:Bob posted:2007-07 recced:2007-10 !meta:rec:fic +length:medium.10k-20k fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:action/adventure fic:genre:angst fic:genre:AU pairing:Gerard/Ray(primary) pairing:Bob/Gerard/Ray(primary) pairing:Frank/Mikey(primary) occupation:barista/bartender/waiterhttps://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:b781e5722440/iphignia939: Any Objective Source2008-08-10T15:31:43+00:00
http://iphignia939.livejournal.com/293544.html
turloughQUOTE: There must've been a serious miscommunication, though, because the next time Frank opened his eyes, it was six in the morning. He scrubbed at his face and started to lean over to shake Gerard awake, then said fuck it.
He showered, changed clothes, and gone out to get coffee before he bought a map of the train system and spent fifteen minutes figuring out where they needed to exit. He thought about getting breakfast, then changed his mind when he saw what breakfast consisted of. When they went out, if Gerard decided he wanted his eggs over rice, great, but no way was Frank inflicting that on him without asking first.
In Frank's opinion, few things in Japan were as great as convenience stores. They were like their American cousins in that they sold drinks and snacks and magazines - you know, nothing surprising - but they didn't stop there; ohhhh, no. They also sold DVDs, fresh fruits and vegetables, manga (including some of the shrink-wrapped MA+ ones, which he picked up for Jamia, because if he didn't come back with Yamane Ayano for her she'd kill him), and emergency clothes. You know, in case something happened, like spilling something on your shirt at lunch or if you needed a change of clothes on the way to work the next day after spending the night with someone two offices over. It was *great*. Compared to that, Wal-Mart was disappointing.
In addition to the manga, the coffee, and the map, Frank had a small green canister in one hand. He'd seen the display over by the back wall, next to the DVD racks.
It was something called Ma-Mail. If the sporadic English was correct, it was a small plant that grew when you opened it, sort of like nature's own Chia Pet. It lasted three or four weeks from the time it was opened, and it had a little message written on it. It was cute, kind of lame, and exactly the sort of thing Gerard would love. (9,400 words)]]>author:iphignia939 fandom:Bandom activity:sightseeing holiday:Christmas concept:polyamory relationship:friendship relationship:poly setting:on.vacation band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Frank posted:2007-10 recced:2007-11 !meta:rec:fic +length:medium.5k-10k fic:category:het fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:character.study pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) pairing:Frank/Jamia(secondary) geography:Asia:Japanhttps://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:ac51f149be31/dsudis: Gerard and Rapunzel2008-08-09T17:33:30+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/27289
turloughQUOTE: Though she was still a child, Rapunzel was already strikingly beautiful. Her black hair fell shining down her back, and her skin was fair, sheltered from the sun by the trees of the forest. Her eyes were wide and as green as the sweetest lamb's lettuce, and she was always smiling, just a little. When she smiled wider it was with all her heart, and no one who saw her could help but smile as well.
Just now she looked curious, her head tilting to one side as she studied the boys before her. She had seen nearly everyone in the village when they visited Gothel and asked for her blessings. She had seen the curly-haired son of the blacksmith, though he had been quiet and shy in the presence of the holy woman. But Rapunzel had never seen his friend, the small boy who squinted at her now, his own head tilted just the same as hers.
Michael was quiet and solemn and a little nearsighted, and this often made people think he was simple. Even his parents, who knew him best, often spoke freely of things they imagined he did not understand. Michael understood a great deal more than anyone thought.
So it was that just as Ray recovered from the surprise of seeing the holy woman's beautiful acolyte and cried, "It's Rapunzel!" Michael said in his quieter voice, "You're Gerard."
Rapunzel and Ray both stared at Michael. He rarely spoke to strangers, so it would have been a shocking occurrence even if he had something quite ordinary.
"I am Rapunzel," Rapunzel stated after a moment.
Michael shrugged. "You're Gerard. My parents had a son and named him Gerard, before the holy woman who lives high in the forest took him away to be Rapunzel. You're my brother, Gerard."
"I am Rapunzel," Rapunzel said in a smaller voice, and then, "I must go."
She turned and fled silently through the forest, back to the holy woman who had raised her from a babe, and the boys did not follow. Michael looked smaller when Rapunzel had gone, more solemn than ever, and Ray took his hand to lead him back down to the village. Michael's eyes seemed to be watering, and it did not look as if he could see anything at all. (13,470 words)(also at http://dsudis.livejournal.com/399447.html )]]>author:dsudis fandom:Bandom concept:ordinary.lives beings:aristocrats concept:polyamory occupation:farmer concept:genderfuck relationship:brothers relationship:poly band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:omni posted:2007-12 recced:2008-01 !meta:rec:fic +length:medium.10k-20k fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:AU fic:genre:fairytale fic:source:book pairing:Bob/Frank/Gerard(primary) pairing:Mikey/Ray(secondary)https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:eff4baaa7512/clumsygyrl: I Constantly Thank God For Bob Bryar (These Bunks Are Numbered, Kid)2008-08-09T14:29:20+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/469103
turloughQUOTE: "Your drummer," the tech said shaking his head.
Frank fiddled with his guitar strap and looked up. "Yeah?"
"Hot. Really fucking hot." The guy mumbled and then blushed realizing what he'd said.
Frank smirked. He really had no fucking clue what Bob had that made people fall all over themselves to drop their pants for him.
Not that he didn't understand the sentiment. (2,430 words)(also at https://community.livejournal.com/bobbryarwhat/3937.html & http://ficlaidbare.livejournal.com/20108.html )]]>author:clumsygyrl fandom:Bandom concept:polyamory relationship:poly relationship:established smut:fucking smut:threesome setting:on.tour band:My.Chemical.Romance band:Fall.Out.Boy pov:Frank posted:2008-01 recced:2008-01 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.1k-5k fic:category:het fic:category:slash fic:genre:character.study pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) pairing:Frank/Gerard/Jamia(secondary) pairing:Bob/Patrick(secondary) pairing:Bob/Ray(secondary) pairing:Bob/OC(secondary) pairing:Bob/Frank/Gerard(primary)https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:e240e5b4e876/chiromancy: No Idea2008-08-08T22:36:27+00:00
http://chiromancy.livejournal.com/4880.html
turloughauthor:chiromancy fandom:Bandom holiday:Halloween concept:polyamory relationship:friendship relationship:UST relationship:poly smut:blowjob setting:on.tour band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Bob posted:2008-01 recced:2008-02 !meta:rec:fic +length:medium.5k-10k fic:category:het fic:category:slash pairing:Bob/Frank(primary) pairing:Frank/Jamia(secondary)https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:f77bdab2a79f/chiromancy: Layover2008-08-08T22:31:49+00:00
http://chiromancy.livejournal.com/4041.html
turloughauthor:chiromancy fandom:Bandom concept:polyamory relationship:established relationship:poly setting:on.tour tour:2007-2008.Black.Parade band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Frank posted:2007-12 recced:2007-12 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.1k-5k fic:category:het fic:category:slash fic:genre:character.study pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) pairing:Frank/Jamia(secondary) pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(secondary)https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:0de53444fdda/chiromancy: Answers in the Affirmative2008-08-08T22:28:22+00:00
http://chiromancy.livejournal.com/4240.html
turloughauthor:chiromancy fandom:Bandom concept:polyamory relationship:established relationship:poly smut:blowjob setting:on.tour tour:2007-2008.Black.Parade band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Gerard posted:2007-12 recced:2007-12 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.1k-5k fic:category:het fic:category:slash fic:genre:character.study pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) pairing:Frank/Jamia(secondary) pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(secondary)https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:0b3fd6da52d6/