Random recs: the werewolfbigbang edition
Guys, werewolfbigbang has been putting out a highly improbable amount of excellent fic, and I can't continue not to share. A large percentage of it has been bandom (in fact, all of my recs are at least partially MCR), but there was a lot of other stuff in the mix too, including original fiction, and a couple of rare fandoms (The Mighty Boosh? Seriously?). I couldn't find an officially listed end date, but as the last story went up back on the 13th, I assume posting is complete.
It took me about five minutes staring at my screen to decide what was going to be my top rec. Gut wrenching realism? Or shockingly unexpected fantasy? It was a seriously tough call.
A Scent and a Sound by mwestbelle, MCR, Frank/Mikey, NC-17.
Summary: In an urban fantasy world where werewolves can't hold a decent job and no roommate wants them, werewolf Frank is looking for an apartment. He finds one with Mikey Way.
It's a simple plot. Frank wants to move out of his family's house and live on his own. The problem is that he's a werewolf, and finding a decent place that's not listed as "Humans only" or "No dogs allowed" isn't easy.
I'm not a minority - at least, not the sort where your only work opportunity is manual day labor and your family is ghettoized. So I'm not in a position to say how realistic this is. But it feels authentic. Frank's mother thinks that he'd be safer living at home among his own kind. He doesn't consider himself political and isn't interested in fielding basic questions about his life by well-meaning humans, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't have opinions on the legislation and political groups that effect him. And his sudden anger, when he gets that one last stupidly privileged and offensive comment from someone who should know better, is like a blow to the gut.
On the semi-serious-but-comedic front, Gerard the human werewolf activist is a sight to behold.
"There isn't any meat in the sauce." Gerard frowns. "I can help you cook something up."
"Uh," Frank says again. He's pretty sure that any bond he might have forged with Gerard is quickly being eroded by his terrible conversation skills. "I'm vegan."
Gerard's eyes go huge. "Really?"
"Oh my god," Mikey says, pushing Gerard aside to get some plates out of the cabinet and hand them to Frank. "You might as well set the table. You're going to get an earful now."
"Okay?" Frank takes the plates and heads over to the table. Sure enough, Gerard starts talking before he can even turn.
"How do you find that your dietary choices affect your lupine urges?"
"Well. I don't?" Frank wrinkles his nose and starts setting the plates out. He lines each one up carefully with the chair it's in front of; the order makes him feel better. "It's just...what I do, I guess."
"That's fascinating." Gerard turns away from the stove and leans against the counter. He's got a light in his eyes and a slightly manic smile. "I was reading an article about the importance of protein last week. It says that, uh, your metabolism works differently than mine does? So you need more protein. For something. The science parts kind of lost me."
"I take supplements." Frank goes to grab silverware from the drawer. He comes back with a fistful of knives and forks. "And, uh, the week of I have to eat meat. But I don't count that."
"You're really great," Gerard says. Frank blushes and glances towards Mikey to see if this is some kind of joke, but Mikey's still stirring, like nothing is out of the ordinary. Nothing about Gerard's face or tone implies he's being anything less than earnest. "You should start a blog."
Better Run Like The Devil by nev_longbottom, MCR, gen, PG-13.
Summary: Mikey is a werewolf and Gerard is not. That's kind of the problem.
The problem with rec'ing this is how to do it without spoiling the slow reveal in the first section. And it's a magnificent slow reveal. Uh. Gerard is attacked and bitten in the woods on Mikey's seventh birthday? And it ruins his life.
To help balance out the non-stop (but deserved) angst, Otter and Ray are the best friends ever in this. And the fairy tales and legends that get mentioned here and there are hilarious, and have to be heard to be believed.
Mikey considered this, face scrunched up. Gerard rolled his eyes. His brother had the stupidest expressions in the world. Finally, Mikey asked,“When we get there, what are we gonna see first?”
Gerard looked away. Fuck his life. “You and Ma are going out. I'm staying behind to keep Helena company. She's older than trees -- Ma says she’s too old to be partying that late at night -- and I'm too sick.” He thought of last year’s festival: merry-go-rounds and roller coasters and devil masks and colored sands and light shows and circus stunts. He had fallen asleep on the roller coaster and been sent home early with Dr. Armstrong, who had made him Hot Jello to drink before tucking him into bed.
Run by mrsronweasley, MCR, Frank/Gerard, NC-17.
Summary: Being a secret teenage werewolf is hard. Frank should know. He is one.
One of at least three high school werewolf!Frank/Gerard stories in the big bang, if I recall correctly!
The story opens with Frank jerking off in one of the school bathrooms, and then dropping to his knees and blowing the new kid, Gerard, without so much as a word. So. Hot porn in this one. Yes. But it's also very sweet and highschool-ish. They may be having lots and lots of amazing sex in a closet every time another full moon rolls around, but it takes a bunch of movie nights and time spent hanging out reading comic books before they get to the actual relationship bit.
Lest this sounds like complete fluff, I will note that Frank spends a considerable portion of the story in a great deal of pain.
"You all right?"
The kid's voice is a bit rough from smoking, and Frank jerks his gaze up until he's looking him in the eye. He swallows and doesn't answer, but he does fall to his knees. What? What? His brain is screaming at him to get up, get out, what are you doing?, but his body's separated itself again. He's in full lizard-brain mode, and when he goes for the guy's belt, then his button, and then his zipper, the guy doesn't stop him. Frank thinks he might be frozen in shock, but so is Frank, really, apart from this crazy fucking need.
The first taste of the guy's half-hard dick and Frank moans so loud, his ears pop. Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, that feels good, it's been so long - and it feels even better when the guy's dick hardens right in Frank's mouth, the head filling out and spilling out that taste, fucking hell. Frank's shoulders hurt and he doesn't get why, at first, and then realizes that the dude whose dick he's sucking has him in a vise grip, like he can't even stand without help.
Frank moans louder and clutches the guy's hip with his left hand, while fumbling for his own zipper with his right, his dick throbbing, so fucking painful, he barely even wraps his hand around it before he's coming hard and hot all over it. He accidentally bites a little, and the guy shouts over him, but Frank doesn't think he's hurt.
"Oh, Jesus God, fuck, what are you - what are you - oh, fuck, oh God."
lost in the falling dark by seimaisin and tuesdaysgone, MCR and Fall Out Boy, Pete/Mikey, Pete/Patrick, Pete/Patrick/Mikey, NC-17.
Summary:Patrick never believed in werewolves - until Pete transformed into one before his eyes. On Warped, he learns that the Way brothers are werewolves too, and Patrick's world is officially really damned strange. Patrick thought he'd figured out how to deal with his tangled feelings for Pete - by ignoring them. It seems like the best way to deal with his jealousy of Pete and Mikey, too. But Mikey seems to have other ideas.
Pete seems like the answer to Mikey's growing misery. Newly-sober Gerard is still learning how to control his wolf self without self-medicating, and he's been dancing around his relationship with Frank for far too long, in Mikey's opinion. But watching Pete and Patrick do the same dance just reminds Mikey of how lonely he feels, especially since he's feeling an instinctive need to be part of what Pete and Patrick share.
The above summary covers the main plot points, really. The story covers a good sized chunk of both bands' histories, covering approximately from the Best Buy parking lot through to Bob and Patrick living together. Mikey and Gerard were born werewolves to a family of werewolves, so it's interesting seeing how Mikey reacts to things in ways that can be mysterious to the others, especially Patrick. And Frank and Gerard have a story of their own happening in the background, and I'd really like to get or to have gotten a better look at it.
Patrick's touch, however, feels different. If Pete's touch soothes the voices, Patrick's somehow scares them into silence. Or, Mikey thinks, maybe that's just the alcohol numbing him to the point of exhaustion. Whatever it is, he wants nothing more at this moment then to lean over and lay his head in Patrick's lap. So he does.
He feels Patrick start. For a moment, he braces himself to be pushed to the floor. But then, Patrick's hand lands in his hair again, and Mikey nearly groans with relief. "Thanks," he mutters, too tired to even be embarrassed.
Mikey doesn't know how long they sit like that. Patrick's hand continues to push through his hair, and he closes his eyes and lets the gentle motion lull him into a kind of peace. After a while, he hears movement at the door. "Whoa," he hears Pete say. "Hi, guys."
"He followed me home," he hears Patrick say, a surprisingly warm note in his voice. Drowsily, Mikey thinks that he'd like to hear that tone more often.
"Oh, good, can we keep him?" Pete asks. Mikey feels hands around his legs, and then Pete is lifting them up and sliding underneath them.
"Sure, we need a bassist who can actually keep the beat."
"Fuck off, everyone makes mistakes." Pete still sounds amused.
"Think my band still needs me," Mikey mumbles.
"Probably," Patrick says. "And while I think I could take your brother in human form, if he goes wolf, I'm toast."
"I'd help," Pete offers.
"We'd still be toast."
"Oh, come on, you don't think I could fight Gerard?" Pete sounds offended.
The image is too much for Mikey, and he starts to laugh uncontrollably. He has to hold on to Patrick's legs in order to stay on the bench. "That'd be a no," Patrick says, grabbing Mikey's arm to keep him from falling.
When he's steady again, Mikey somewhat reluctantly pushes himself up and off Patrick's lap. The movement brings him face-to-face with Patrick. Patrick is smiling, his face much more relaxed than it was when Mikey first came in. His scent fills Mikey's nose, and it takes what little bit of sobriety he's managed to recover to not bury his face in Patrick's neck and taste his skin. The impulse is overwhelming. Patrick catches his eye, and whatever he sees there causes his face to go serious again. Patrick's eyes darken; it makes Mikey want to bare his neck in submission. Only the weight of Pete's hands on his legs gives Mikey the motivation to sit up the rest of the way and look away.
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It took me about five minutes staring at my screen to decide what was going to be my top rec. Gut wrenching realism? Or shockingly unexpected fantasy? It was a seriously tough call.
A Scent and a Sound by mwestbelle, MCR, Frank/Mikey, NC-17.
Summary: In an urban fantasy world where werewolves can't hold a decent job and no roommate wants them, werewolf Frank is looking for an apartment. He finds one with Mikey Way.
It's a simple plot. Frank wants to move out of his family's house and live on his own. The problem is that he's a werewolf, and finding a decent place that's not listed as "Humans only" or "No dogs allowed" isn't easy.
I'm not a minority - at least, not the sort where your only work opportunity is manual day labor and your family is ghettoized. So I'm not in a position to say how realistic this is. But it feels authentic. Frank's mother thinks that he'd be safer living at home among his own kind. He doesn't consider himself political and isn't interested in fielding basic questions about his life by well-meaning humans, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't have opinions on the legislation and political groups that effect him. And his sudden anger, when he gets that one last stupidly privileged and offensive comment from someone who should know better, is like a blow to the gut.
On the semi-serious-but-comedic front, Gerard the human werewolf activist is a sight to behold.
"There isn't any meat in the sauce." Gerard frowns. "I can help you cook something up."
"Uh," Frank says again. He's pretty sure that any bond he might have forged with Gerard is quickly being eroded by his terrible conversation skills. "I'm vegan."
Gerard's eyes go huge. "Really?"
"Oh my god," Mikey says, pushing Gerard aside to get some plates out of the cabinet and hand them to Frank. "You might as well set the table. You're going to get an earful now."
"Okay?" Frank takes the plates and heads over to the table. Sure enough, Gerard starts talking before he can even turn.
"How do you find that your dietary choices affect your lupine urges?"
"Well. I don't?" Frank wrinkles his nose and starts setting the plates out. He lines each one up carefully with the chair it's in front of; the order makes him feel better. "It's just...what I do, I guess."
"That's fascinating." Gerard turns away from the stove and leans against the counter. He's got a light in his eyes and a slightly manic smile. "I was reading an article about the importance of protein last week. It says that, uh, your metabolism works differently than mine does? So you need more protein. For something. The science parts kind of lost me."
"I take supplements." Frank goes to grab silverware from the drawer. He comes back with a fistful of knives and forks. "And, uh, the week of I have to eat meat. But I don't count that."
"You're really great," Gerard says. Frank blushes and glances towards Mikey to see if this is some kind of joke, but Mikey's still stirring, like nothing is out of the ordinary. Nothing about Gerard's face or tone implies he's being anything less than earnest. "You should start a blog."
Better Run Like The Devil by nev_longbottom, MCR, gen, PG-13.
Summary: Mikey is a werewolf and Gerard is not. That's kind of the problem.
The problem with rec'ing this is how to do it without spoiling the slow reveal in the first section. And it's a magnificent slow reveal. Uh. Gerard is attacked and bitten in the woods on Mikey's seventh birthday? And it ruins his life.
To help balance out the non-stop (but deserved) angst, Otter and Ray are the best friends ever in this. And the fairy tales and legends that get mentioned here and there are hilarious, and have to be heard to be believed.
Mikey considered this, face scrunched up. Gerard rolled his eyes. His brother had the stupidest expressions in the world. Finally, Mikey asked,“When we get there, what are we gonna see first?”
Gerard looked away. Fuck his life. “You and Ma are going out. I'm staying behind to keep Helena company. She's older than trees -- Ma says she’s too old to be partying that late at night -- and I'm too sick.” He thought of last year’s festival: merry-go-rounds and roller coasters and devil masks and colored sands and light shows and circus stunts. He had fallen asleep on the roller coaster and been sent home early with Dr. Armstrong, who had made him Hot Jello to drink before tucking him into bed.
Run by mrsronweasley, MCR, Frank/Gerard, NC-17.
Summary: Being a secret teenage werewolf is hard. Frank should know. He is one.
One of at least three high school werewolf!Frank/Gerard stories in the big bang, if I recall correctly!
The story opens with Frank jerking off in one of the school bathrooms, and then dropping to his knees and blowing the new kid, Gerard, without so much as a word. So. Hot porn in this one. Yes. But it's also very sweet and highschool-ish. They may be having lots and lots of amazing sex in a closet every time another full moon rolls around, but it takes a bunch of movie nights and time spent hanging out reading comic books before they get to the actual relationship bit.
Lest this sounds like complete fluff, I will note that Frank spends a considerable portion of the story in a great deal of pain.
"You all right?"
The kid's voice is a bit rough from smoking, and Frank jerks his gaze up until he's looking him in the eye. He swallows and doesn't answer, but he does fall to his knees. What? What? His brain is screaming at him to get up, get out, what are you doing?, but his body's separated itself again. He's in full lizard-brain mode, and when he goes for the guy's belt, then his button, and then his zipper, the guy doesn't stop him. Frank thinks he might be frozen in shock, but so is Frank, really, apart from this crazy fucking need.
The first taste of the guy's half-hard dick and Frank moans so loud, his ears pop. Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, that feels good, it's been so long - and it feels even better when the guy's dick hardens right in Frank's mouth, the head filling out and spilling out that taste, fucking hell. Frank's shoulders hurt and he doesn't get why, at first, and then realizes that the dude whose dick he's sucking has him in a vise grip, like he can't even stand without help.
Frank moans louder and clutches the guy's hip with his left hand, while fumbling for his own zipper with his right, his dick throbbing, so fucking painful, he barely even wraps his hand around it before he's coming hard and hot all over it. He accidentally bites a little, and the guy shouts over him, but Frank doesn't think he's hurt.
"Oh, Jesus God, fuck, what are you - what are you - oh, fuck, oh God."
lost in the falling dark by seimaisin and tuesdaysgone, MCR and Fall Out Boy, Pete/Mikey, Pete/Patrick, Pete/Patrick/Mikey, NC-17.
Summary:Patrick never believed in werewolves - until Pete transformed into one before his eyes. On Warped, he learns that the Way brothers are werewolves too, and Patrick's world is officially really damned strange. Patrick thought he'd figured out how to deal with his tangled feelings for Pete - by ignoring them. It seems like the best way to deal with his jealousy of Pete and Mikey, too. But Mikey seems to have other ideas.
Pete seems like the answer to Mikey's growing misery. Newly-sober Gerard is still learning how to control his wolf self without self-medicating, and he's been dancing around his relationship with Frank for far too long, in Mikey's opinion. But watching Pete and Patrick do the same dance just reminds Mikey of how lonely he feels, especially since he's feeling an instinctive need to be part of what Pete and Patrick share.
The above summary covers the main plot points, really. The story covers a good sized chunk of both bands' histories, covering approximately from the Best Buy parking lot through to Bob and Patrick living together. Mikey and Gerard were born werewolves to a family of werewolves, so it's interesting seeing how Mikey reacts to things in ways that can be mysterious to the others, especially Patrick. And Frank and Gerard have a story of their own happening in the background, and I'd really like to get or to have gotten a better look at it.
Patrick's touch, however, feels different. If Pete's touch soothes the voices, Patrick's somehow scares them into silence. Or, Mikey thinks, maybe that's just the alcohol numbing him to the point of exhaustion. Whatever it is, he wants nothing more at this moment then to lean over and lay his head in Patrick's lap. So he does.
He feels Patrick start. For a moment, he braces himself to be pushed to the floor. But then, Patrick's hand lands in his hair again, and Mikey nearly groans with relief. "Thanks," he mutters, too tired to even be embarrassed.
Mikey doesn't know how long they sit like that. Patrick's hand continues to push through his hair, and he closes his eyes and lets the gentle motion lull him into a kind of peace. After a while, he hears movement at the door. "Whoa," he hears Pete say. "Hi, guys."
"He followed me home," he hears Patrick say, a surprisingly warm note in his voice. Drowsily, Mikey thinks that he'd like to hear that tone more often.
"Oh, good, can we keep him?" Pete asks. Mikey feels hands around his legs, and then Pete is lifting them up and sliding underneath them.
"Sure, we need a bassist who can actually keep the beat."
"Fuck off, everyone makes mistakes." Pete still sounds amused.
"Think my band still needs me," Mikey mumbles.
"Probably," Patrick says. "And while I think I could take your brother in human form, if he goes wolf, I'm toast."
"I'd help," Pete offers.
"We'd still be toast."
"Oh, come on, you don't think I could fight Gerard?" Pete sounds offended.
The image is too much for Mikey, and he starts to laugh uncontrollably. He has to hold on to Patrick's legs in order to stay on the bench. "That'd be a no," Patrick says, grabbing Mikey's arm to keep him from falling.
When he's steady again, Mikey somewhat reluctantly pushes himself up and off Patrick's lap. The movement brings him face-to-face with Patrick. Patrick is smiling, his face much more relaxed than it was when Mikey first came in. His scent fills Mikey's nose, and it takes what little bit of sobriety he's managed to recover to not bury his face in Patrick's neck and taste his skin. The impulse is overwhelming. Patrick catches his eye, and whatever he sees there causes his face to go serious again. Patrick's eyes darken; it makes Mikey want to bare his neck in submission. Only the weight of Pete's hands on his legs gives Mikey the motivation to sit up the rest of the way and look away.
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