Bandom/Comics RPS: And I Will Be Your Goal by fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone (Explicit)
Fandom: Bandom/Comics RPS
Pairing: Frank/Gerard/Grant, Gerard/Grant, background Mikey/Alicia
Length: 71,610 words
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone /
fleurdeliser &
tuesdaysgone
Authors on AO3:
fleurdeliser &
tuesdaysgone
Why this must be read: Frank Iero leads a solitary existence running his family's machine shop, continuing his father's work in musical inventions in his spare time. One night baronet Morrison appears in his shop with a job offer that soon turns into an offer to join a secret resistance group fighting a corrupt government from within. An absolutely fabulous steampunk story with fascinating and believable worldbuilding, heaps of fascinating plot, dramatic events, fantastic relationship development, wonderful characterisations, heartwarming domesticity, and scorchingly hot sex.
I was completely fascinated by this world and loved discovering all the little details that made it both different and like our own. The plot was captivating and the way it played out gave the story just the right amount of tension and uncertainty, and the resolution was both satisfying and happymaking.
I loved Gerard and Grant's relationship and the way they reached out and wooed Frank together. Everytime this author duo writes this threesome they give the dynamics between them a new twist and makes us see different aspects of the characters. I also loved all the secondary characters and the way they interacted with each other and with the main protagonists. It all felt so right and believable.
Really, I lack words to express how absolutely delightful I found this story. It's the perfect story to immerse yourself in when you want something long and captivating and completely heartwarming.
Also, don't forget to look at the two pieces of art that
reflectedeve made for the story. I love the way all the little details help the universe come alive for me and how the postures and expressions of the characters heighten the emotional impact of these two scenes. The style is also very fitting for the story.
Excerpt from the story:
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.
And I Will Be Your Goal
Pairing: Frank/Gerard/Grant, Gerard/Grant, background Mikey/Alicia
Length: 71,610 words
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone /
fleurdeliser &
tuesdaysgone
Authors on AO3:
fleurdeliser &
tuesdaysgone
Why this must be read: Frank Iero leads a solitary existence running his family's machine shop, continuing his father's work in musical inventions in his spare time. One night baronet Morrison appears in his shop with a job offer that soon turns into an offer to join a secret resistance group fighting a corrupt government from within. An absolutely fabulous steampunk story with fascinating and believable worldbuilding, heaps of fascinating plot, dramatic events, fantastic relationship development, wonderful characterisations, heartwarming domesticity, and scorchingly hot sex.
I was completely fascinated by this world and loved discovering all the little details that made it both different and like our own. The plot was captivating and the way it played out gave the story just the right amount of tension and uncertainty, and the resolution was both satisfying and happymaking.
I loved Gerard and Grant's relationship and the way they reached out and wooed Frank together. Everytime this author duo writes this threesome they give the dynamics between them a new twist and makes us see different aspects of the characters. I also loved all the secondary characters and the way they interacted with each other and with the main protagonists. It all felt so right and believable.
Really, I lack words to express how absolutely delightful I found this story. It's the perfect story to immerse yourself in when you want something long and captivating and completely heartwarming.
Also, don't forget to look at the two pieces of art that
reflectedeve made for the story. I love the way all the little details help the universe come alive for me and how the postures and expressions of the characters heighten the emotional impact of these two scenes. The style is also very fitting for the story.
Excerpt from the story:
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.
And I Will Be Your Goal