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recent bookmarks from turloughdragon-flies: Let's have a food feast!2015-04-16T16:55:20+00:00
http://dragon-flies.deviantart.com/art/MPR-Let-s-have-a-food-feast-518790164
turloughartist:dragon-flies fandom:Bandom art:technique:pencils activity:cooking activity:baking concept:religion band:My.Chemical.Romance band:FrnkIero.and.the.Cellabration band:Gerard.and.the.Hormones !meta:rec:art posted:2015-03 recced:2015-04 art:content:cartoonhttps://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:0e093dc78929/dragon-flies: Do you have a minute to talk about pancakes?2015-03-12T16:47:54+00:00
http://dragon-flies.deviantart.com/art/Do-you-have-a-minute-to-talk-about-pancakes-517281434
turloughartist:dragon-flies fandom:Bandom art:technique:digital.art art:content:cartoon activity:cooking concept:religion things:pancakes band:My.Chemical.Romance band:Gerard.and.the.Hormones !meta:rec:art posted:2015-03 recced:2015-03https://pinboard.in/https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:24298798a199/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/omens: Art for green's 'Songs About the Moon'2011-09-05T13:55:53+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/247327
turloughfandom:Bandom beings:kids concept:religion band:My.Chemical.Romance challenge:2011.A&K.Flash posted:2011-08 recced:2011-09 !meta:rec:art artist:omens art:source:fanfic art:technique:pencils art:technique:digital.arthttps://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:83bca9bc8076/green: Songs About the Moon2011-07-24T22:06:13+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/436902
turloughQUOTE: The next time Gerard goes to the temple, Mikey appears beside him on one of the long benches.
"Hi," Gerard whispers.
Mikey smiles and slides his hand into Gerard's. They listen to the high priest's sermon like that, hand in hand. After the sermon, when Gerard goes up to Sha's altar, Mikey follows. He's silent when Gerard recites the prayers. He says nothing when he looks into the shining silver bowl.
Mikey looks very old sometimes.
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"Why do you live with the priests?" Gerard asks one week.
"My life belongs to Sha," Mikey says. His face is blank. Gerard thinks that devoting your life to the Silver Lady is noble, and says so. Mikey doesn't answer him. (1,530 words)(also at http://angelsandkings.dreamwidth.org/23883.html )]]>author:green fandom:Bandom beings:kids beings:teenagers concept:ordinary.lives concept:religion relationship:brothers period:antiquity geography:Europe band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Gerard challenge:2011.A&K.Flash posted:2011-07 recced:2011-07 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.1k-5k fic:category:gen fic:genre:AUhttps://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:14205f636934/bexless: Unholy 'verse (Masterlist)2011-04-10T20:06:42+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/series/9795
turloughINFO: Masterlist for the Unholyverse. 3 stories & 2 codas, 187,330 words in total. Finished.]]>author:bexless fandom:Bandom universe:Unholy.verse band:My.Chemical.Romance band:Fall.Out.Boy !meta:masterlist concept:supernatural concept:religion +length:epic.100k- !meta:rec:fic fic:genre:AUhttps://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:775477555fdc/mizubyte & pikasafire: Revelation 6: 1-82011-01-09T22:40:07+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/225415
turloughQUOTE: "If Brian catches us, we're so dead."
"Yeah, well, if we don't do it this way, you'll never start a war, or it'll be some sort of fucking hippie war again with lots of hugs and weed and rock music."
"It totally counts."
Gerard tilts his head, considering. "Well, I liked it. I don't think Brian did, though."
"Whatever." Ray squints at the board and moves his armies.
Gerard blinks. "You want to do that?"
"Yeah."
"You sure?"
"Yup."
"You realise you're starting a land war in Asia?"
Ray shrugs and stands up to go find a drink. "It'll keep 'em busy for awhile." (1,860 words)]]>author:mizubyte fandom:Bandom author:pikasafire activity:gaming beings:anthropomorphic.personification concept:apocalypse concept:religion concept:ordinary.lives band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:omni posted:2011-01 recced:2011-01 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.1k-5k fic:category:gen fic:genre:AU fic:genre:fluffhttps://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:30d94a3b8c96/heyginger: Devil's In The House2010-10-03T16:28:31+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/181319
turloughQUOTE: Pete didn't think it was going well. I mean, maybe not his worst work ever, but definitely in the bottom 10.
"I guess you look like the devil..." the kid said, and Pete perked up a little bit.
"Because I am! So listen -"
"I mean, the devil as dreamed up by a 14 year old girl. Who reads Laurell Hamilton books. And watches, like, too much Buffy." The kid looked pointedly at the bright red streaks in Pete's bangs.
Okay, maybe bottom 5.
Pete pouted. "Dude, I am totally Satan, and I'm here to steal your soul. You should be terrified right now."
"Let me get this straight: I'm speaking to the devil right now."
"Right."
"He's named 'Pete'."
"Yes."
"He just called me 'dude'." (1,960 words)(also at http://heyginger.livejournal.com/9052.html )]]>author:heyginger fandom:Bandom concept:religion activity:performing concept:music beings:the.Devil beings:teenagers occupation:student.college time:pre-band band:Fall.Out.Boy pov:Pete posted:2007-09 recced:2007-11 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.1k-5k fic:category:gen fic:genre:fluffhttps://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:85e34838a101/nahemaraxe: The Glass Paradigm2010-02-21T22:12:59+00:00
https://archiveofourown.org/works/1303504
turloughQUOTE: "Wow. If this is you idea of flying under the radar, then I say you have to think it further," is the very first thing Ray says when he sees him. Even if Bob didn't give out that pulsing feeling - the one that gets under Ray's skin whenever they're close and makes him think about having a second heartbeat - it'd be downright impossible to miss him, stat. Mortals are casting him weird glances, for fuck's sake, and that says it all. Smiling a little, Ray shakes his head.
"You never change, don't you?"
"Why, what's wrong this time? I left the wolfskins home and look -" he opens his arms "- no hammer in sight either."
"As if I couldn't see it, hung to your belt and all," says Ray. It's hard to keep a straight face now, though, since Bob looks mildly cross.
"Well, I made the effort, okay?"
"And that's very sensible of you, but you're still wearing a hoodie on the beach."
"And sunglasses, too."
"Baby steps," concedes Ray, magnanimous. "It's good to see you."
"Yeah, same," says Bob and pats the low fence he's sitting on. "Join me. I want to see the sunset and bitch about how all this fucking sand is getting in my shoes before going home."
Chuckling, Ray sits next to him. He's wearing moccasins, and he takes them off with his toes, enjoying how their legs touch briefly with every movement. He missed that. Even if they can touch each other on other levels of existence, doing it with their bodies feels different; not better, just different. He has to wonder why they haven't met in person during the last fifty years. Ray thinks that Bob meant to give him space. Back then, Ray was already questioning his own place in the Voodoo pantheon and wondering if he shouldn't have already taken the high road, too. Now that the decision is made, Bob's got back to him. That's nice. He might be surprisingly thoughtful at times.
"You okay?" asks Bob in that moment, and Ray nods.
"Totally."
"Good." (5,530 words)(also at http://poison-cherries.livejournal.com/28242.html )]]>author:nahemaraxe fandom:Bandom beings:gods concept:religion concept:supernatural concept:band.with.a.twist things:memories relationship:established smut:fucking geography:The.Caribbean band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Ray posted:2010-02 recced:2010-02 !meta:rec:fic +length:medium.5k-10k fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:AU fic:genre:character.study pairing:Bob/Ray(primary)https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:77a53a4341af/saramondo: St. Gerard of Waye2010-02-14T19:17:03+00:00
https://www.deviantart.com/saramondo/art/St-Gerard-of-Waye-153743373
turloughartist:saramondo fandom:Bandom concept:religion occupation:priest/monk band:My.Chemical.Romance posted:2010-02 recced:2010-02 !meta:rec:art art:technique:digital.arthttps://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:ef34f9c208f9/bexless: Heaven Help Us (Unholy 'verse 3)2009-05-25T15:18:01+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/231227
turloughQUOTE: Craig went off to see what he could do about the kids, and the rest of them settled down to a 'find the symbol' research session that proved ultimately fruitless.
"It's just not *anywhere*," Gerard said, slamming his book closed in frustration. "Why the *fuck* didn't we stay at the Vatican? The Cardinal could have figured this shit out in five minutes."
"Don't underestimate yourself," Mikey said.
Gerard shook his head. "I just wish I could remember. I mean, we have to assume I wasn't dead, right? People don't just come back from the dead."
"But you weren't breathing," Brian frowned. "Father, you had no pulse. They put you in a fucking body bag."
Gerard waved his hand. "People seem dead and then aren't all the time."
"On the Discovery Channel!" Ray said eagerly. "See, that's what I said."
Bob leaned forward. "So the real question is, where did you go when they lost your body, how did you find us in the street, and what the fuck did you do that sent the Hoods to the floor?"
"And why can't I *remember* any of it?" Gerard sighed and dropped his head into his hands. "This crap is so much easier to deal with when it's happening to someone else."
"You're telling me," said Frank.
Gerard looked up and studied Frank's face for a minute. "How did it not drive you crazy?" he said. "When it was you?"
Frank didn't know what to say. The truth was it did drive him crazy. It still did. He was starting to feel like it always would. "I don't know," he said eventually, not looking at anyone. "The show must go on, I guess."
Everyone was quiet for a minute. Then Brian said, "Look, why don't we take this back to basics."
Gerard frowned. "What do you mean?"
"Remember when it was Frank, and we had our first research session?" Everyone nodded. "Well, let's do that. Father, you'll make a list of things to look out for. We'll write them up when we find them, keep the categories separate, and maybe a pattern will start to emerge."
"I think that's a great idea," Ray said, "But can we call a time out first? I need some air or something."
"Me too," said Gerard and Mikey in unison, which made them both laugh.
"Maybe we can go for a walk in the grounds," Ray suggested.
Frank could have gone with them, but he was finding it difficult to be around Gerard, if he was totally honest. He just felt like there should be more, like something should have changed after everything that happened, but Gerard seemed much the same as he ever had, if a little more temperamental. Before, he'd felt like they were closer than they'd ever been - and he should have been expecting something to give, because it was driving them both out of their minds, but he would take it over this weirdness. (68,480 words)]]>author:bexless fandom:Bandom universe:Unholy.verse activity:exorcism beings:demons concept:ordinary.lives concept:religion concept:char.death(temporary) concept:magic concept:supernatural concept:possession condition:injury condition:PTSD occupation:priest/monk occupation:supernatural.investigator occupation:wizard/witch relationship:friendship relationship:UST smut:frottage smut:blowjob smut:fucking geography:Europe:Italy geography:US:Chicago geography:US:New.Jersey band:My.Chemical.Romance band:The.Used pov:Frank posted:2009-05 recced:2009-05 !meta:rec:fic +length:long.50k-100k fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:angst fic:genre:AU fic:genre:horror pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) pairing:Mikey/Ray(secondary)https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:ef00d2ead4fe/stereomer: A Red So Deep2008-12-14T19:21:22+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/365813
turloughQUOTE: "Better than a shower," says Brendon. He tilts his head back while holding his arms out at his sides as everything staining the ground and their clothes slowly becomes gathered up as well, joining up together like some kind of supernatural mercury. The fire goes from yellow to orange to shades of red before folding in on itself and quenching abruptly, leaving the scene as cold and empty as any other parking garage in the city.
"Hellfire and brimstone," Brendon announces into the quiet.
"Hear ye, amen," Frank says. He shakes his hair out of his eyes, trying to fight the exhaustion coming over his body. It's probably only around 2:00 in the morning, which is way early compared to his sleepless nights as a teenager. Next to him, Brendon is standing attentively and Frank can tell he's satisfied with how the night's gone.
It occurs to Frank that they're evolving into the stereotypical duo - the world-weary trooper with his bright-eyed sidekick. At that thought, he considers taking the Holy Shotgun to his own head, but that would mean one less round for the demonic motherfuckers that actually deserve it and Frank is all for the better good, so he resists.
He stretches his arms up, palms turned toward the ceiling, then drops them limply at his sides. "Pancake time?"
"Your turn to buy," Brendon tells him.
They begin the trek up the ramp, in the direction of the yellow arrows painted onto the concrete. "I feel like it's been my turn to buy the past three times," Frank muses. He feels the gun brush up against his upper arm with every step.
"You're the one with the day job. Me, I just stay at home and research shit in hopes that you'll let me do something cool one day."
"Like what? Shoot stuff? And I'd hardly call playing in a deadbeat band a day job."
"It's a job, that you do in addition to this other job. It's a day job. And yes, shooting stuff," Brendon agrees. "Poking stuff with sharp things from the first century. Exorcising stuff."
"I let you burn stuff," Frank points out. (14,340 words)]]>author:stereomer fandom:Bandom activity:exorcism beings:demons beings:angels concept:supernatural concept:religion concept:ordinary.lives concept:char.death(past) concept:suicide concept:violence things:wings occupation:supernatural.investigator occupation:priest/monk setting:bar/club setting:hell band:My.Chemical.Romance band:Panic.at.the.Disco band:The.Used pov:Frank posted:2008-12 recced:2008-12 !meta:rec:fic +length:medium.10k-20k fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:action/adventure fic:genre:angst fic:genre:AU fic:source:movie pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:0a226136aee1/bexless: Staring Through the Demons (Unholy 'verse 2)2008-12-07T19:45:32+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/231222
turloughQUOTE: "We're not going to find out anything real unless we can get them to open up," Gerard sighed, rubbing his forehead when they were having a meeting the next day. "But I don't see that happening. They don't trust us."
"They don't have any reason to," Frank said. "They don't know who we are."
Gerard sighed. "Frankie, we've been over this. We agreed."
"No, you decided. I still think it's best to tell them -"
"What, Frank, that we watched you almost bleed to death from stigmata so we know our shit?"
"If we have to! Do you think I would have told you shit if I didn't know you were a priest?"
Mikey rolled his eyes, willing Gerard to back down so they could get on with what they were doing.
Of course, he didn't. "You didn't tell me shit anyway; as I recall you tried to throw me out of your apartment and then neglected to give me any information that might help you."
"Fuck you, I did not, you're such a-"
"Guys!" Brian cut in sharply. "There isn't time for Frank and Gerard's Great Debates right now, okay? We're going to be in Chicago in two days."
Gerard raised his hands in apology. Frank looked mad, but he went quiet, staring grumpily out of the window.
Brian went on, "We *have* to have this figured out by then because I don't think Bob's folks will be thrilled to put us all up indefinitely."
"Are you kidding?" said Bob. "It's my *mom*, dude, that's like her dream come true."
"Well, even so," Brian said, smiling slightly. "Father, are you coming to watch the show tonight? You haven't yet."
Gerard shook his head. "I actually thought I'd hang out in the lobby or whatever, see if any more kids get sick."
"Right," Mikey spoke up. "Because you're such a master of blending. You're wearing a *collar*."
Gerard rolled his eyes. "It comes off."
"Are we going out tonight?" Frank said suddenly. Everyone looked at him and he shifted in his seat. "What? Everyone's going out after the show to celebrate... I don't know, staying in one place for five minutes. I thought there might be a few loose tongues worth listening to after a drink or five."
Ray eyed him suspiciously. "You just want to go out and get wasted."
Frank scowled. "What if I do? It's been forever. And besides, we're invited. Cortez asked me if we were going."
"Cortez asked if *you* were going," Bob leered at him.
Frank flipped him off. "I'm just saying, there's no better way to gain someone's trust than getting them completely bombed."
"It certainly worked on that kid from the coffee shop," Bob said mildly, and then ducked, laughing, when Frank tried to punch him in the head.
"Oh my God, I'd forgotten that," Ray snickered. "That wasn't even a seduction, okay, that was a military campaign. The kid never stood a chance!"
"Shut up!" said Frank. "Shut the fuck up, Toro."
"But Frank, I'm straight!" Ray squeaked.
"Sure you are, baby," Bob boomed in an exaggerated pantomime of Frank's voice. "Another beer?" (53,940 words)]]>author:bexless fandom:Bandom universe:Unholy.verse beings:ghosts concept:ordinary.lives concept:religion concept:supernatural concept:magic concept:char.death(temporary) condition:illness condition:PTSD occupation:supernatural.investigator occupation:priest/monk occupation:wizard/witch occupation:hairdresser occupation:piercer/tattoo.artist relationship:friendship relationship:UST setting:road.trip setting:on.tour geography:US:Chicago band:My.Chemical.Romance band:Fall.Out.Boy band:The.Used pov:Mikey posted:2008-12 recced:2008-12 !meta:rec:fic +length:long.50k-100k fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:angst fic:genre:AU fic:genre:horror pairing:Frank/Gerard(secondary) pairing:Mikey/Ray(primary)https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:dea43a5178b4/kitsune_tsuki: Somewhere in Between2008-08-12T17:36:15+00:00
https://kitsune-tsuki.dreamwidth.org/255062.html
turloughauthor:kitsune_tsuki fandom:Bandom beings:demons beings:angels concept:religion things:wings time:early.days band:My.Chemical.Romance band:Fall.Out.Boy pov:Pete posted:2007-11 recced:2007-11 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.1k-5k fic:category:gen fic:category:slash pairing:Patrick/Pete(primary)https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:d12da34e0a9f/darksylvia: What Would Faust Do?2008-08-09T16:49:08+00:00
http://two-waymirror.livejournal.com/911.html
turloughauthor:darksylvia fandom:Bandom fandom:Good.Omens concept:religion beings:the.Devil geography:US:Las.Vegas band:Fall.Out.Boy band:Panic.at.the.Disco pov:Ryan posted:2007-07 recced:2007-10 !meta:rec:fic +length:short.1k-5k fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:crossover fic:genre:fluff fic:source:book pairing:Brendon/Ryan(primary)https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:7e8ecc6a2fa0/bexless: I Have Been All Things Unholy (Unholy 'verse 1)2008-08-08T15:18:04+00:00
http://archiveofourown.org/works/231221
turloughQUOTE: There was a split second pause between the impact and the pain, like getting hit with something heavy, all the breath knocking out of him and then the air rushed back into his lungs and his back was on *fire*.
"What the fuck," he choked out, and then he couldn't talk anymore, because he was screaming.
The blows came one after the other, never enough time between them for Frank to get his breath. He could barely breathe anyway - there was something on the back of his head, some*one* holding him down, he could feel their fingers digging into his scalp, keeping him there, pushing his face deep into the mattress. The pain was like nothing Frank had ever felt before; not coming from inside him but down onto him, heavy and sharp and so *big*, striking him from shoulders to knees, up and down, again and again and again. He tried to turn over, tried to get enough purchase in the sheets to pull himself away, to get *away from it* but there was that hand on his head and his wrists were tied, he could feel it now, feel the rope cutting into his flesh whenever he twisted and pulled and tried to get free.
He could hear Mikey, hear him yelling Frank's name and Frank thought, 'shit, shit, Mikey, get out of here' but then another blow fell between his shoulder blades and he felt his skin tear with a bright, wet flash, like being slit open with a knife and peeled.
It didn't stop. It still didn't stop, he was bleeding and they were still beating him, they were going to take off his fucking skin. The pain wasn't like a wave or like anything he'd ever read about, it was just constant, it just went on and on and on, he was drowning in it, it was filling up his nose and ears and mouth and getting inside him, he could feel it everywhere, there was nowhere to go. He tried to call out, tried to beg for them to stop, but his voice was muffled by the mattress and clogged with tears, his throat hoarse from screaming and the noises he could make were lost under these sounds he could hear, these sounds like hundreds of people murmuring to each other.
'How can they watch this?', he thought, and then, 'they hate me', and then a blow fell with a sick, sharp thud right under his ear, and he felt the darkness rushing up to meet him and fell gratefully inside.
When he woke up, it was to Mikey's face, white and tear-stained and striped all down one side with blood.
"Shit," Frank croaked, his throat dry and raw. "Mikey, did they hurt you? Did they hurt you?"
Mikey shook his head. He was holding Frank's hand.
"Are they gone?" Frank managed, carefully not looking at the red sheets under his arm. They were white before.
Mikey shook his head again. His mouth was pressed into a tight, pale line, like he was trying not to throw up or cry out or something.
Frank took a few deep, slow breaths, fighting his own battle not to throw up all over the bed. "Mikey, what is it? Are they still here? Who was it?"
"It wasn't anyone," Mikey said eventually, in a tiny voice Frank could barely hear. "Frankie, it wasn't *anyone*."
"What do you mean?"
"There was nobody *here*," Mikey said, his voice cracking. "It was - you were screaming, and you were jerking around everywhere and then, and then you were bleeding, and there was nobody here." (55,150 words)]]>author:bexless fandom:Bandom universe:Unholy.verse activity:kidnapping activity:rescue beings:animals.dogs concept:ordinary.lives concept:religion concept:supernatural concept:magic condition:injury condition:PTSD things:tattoos occupation:priest/monk occupation:small.business.owner occupation:hairdresser occupation:piercer/tattoo.artist occupation:supernatural.investigator relationship:friendship relationship:UST setting:tattoo.parlour setting:bar/club setting:clinic/hospital geography:US:New.Jersey band:My.Chemical.Romance band:The.Used pov:Frank challenge:2008.BBB posted:2008-06 recced:2008-07 !meta:rec:fic +length:long.50k-100k fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:angst fic:genre:AU fic:genre:horror fic:source:movie pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)https://pinboard.in/u:turlough/b:e2376b0e53de/