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The Fall and Rise of The Black Parade by jezrana (R)
Fandom: BANDOM
Pairing: Frank/Gerard & Mikey/Ray
Length: 52,430 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jezrana
Author Website: Writing journal
Why this must be read:
Gerard didn't get to start his band until the afterlife.
This is the Black Parade AU, weaving together the MCR canon, the Black Parade music and videos, myth and history in a way that's amazing and breathtaking. The characterisations are fantastic, and the story of how they all met and what they accomplished together is spellbinding. One of the best stories of last year's Bandom Big Bang and one I've re-read several times since then.
Excerpt from the story:
Gerard hesitates. Thinking while he walks along in this place has been one thing. Saying it is another. Saying it will make it real.
"Well, the last thing I remember before the beach is getting pretty cosmically fucked-up. And since then, things have been like a really weird dream, but I feel more lucid than I have in... a long time actually." Gerard looks down at their joined hands as he speaks; his skin looks almost as pale as hers, and feels almost as cold. "So I figure... either I'm having the trip of a lifetime, or." He swallows hard, and finishes, "I'm dead?"
The girl gives him that sad smile again, and squeezes his hands gently. "It's best when you realize it on your own, trust me. The ones who have to be told are always the saddest."
There's a dizzy, yawning sensation in the pit of Gerard's stomach, like being on a roller coaster just before the first big drop. When he speaks, his own voice sounds distant, muted. "Overdose?"
The girl nods, and tilts her head to one side questioningly. "Did you mean to? It's difficult to tell, sometimes."
"No," Gerard replies, though it doesn't come out as certain as he means it to. "I mean, I wasn't thinking about OD-ing. I wasn't thinking about anything."
"What if you had been?" she presses. "Would you have done it intentionally?"
"No," Gerard says again, more firmly this time. "No, I wouldn't have done that to -"
It crashes in on him then, the dreamlike state he's been in broken by cold realization - he can't say he would never do that to Mikey, because unless this is a trip or a dream, he did.
He closes his eyes, gripping the girl's hands, and whispers, "I can't go back, can I?"
"It doesn't work that way," she replies softly. "What's done can't be undone. But there's something for you here, if you want it. Something you can be. I know you've wished for that, and you can have it, here."
The Fall and Rise of The Black Parade
Pairing: Frank/Gerard & Mikey/Ray
Length: 52,430 words
Author on LJ:
jezranaAuthor Website: Writing journal
Why this must be read:
Gerard didn't get to start his band until the afterlife.
This is the Black Parade AU, weaving together the MCR canon, the Black Parade music and videos, myth and history in a way that's amazing and breathtaking. The characterisations are fantastic, and the story of how they all met and what they accomplished together is spellbinding. One of the best stories of last year's Bandom Big Bang and one I've re-read several times since then.
Excerpt from the story:
Gerard hesitates. Thinking while he walks along in this place has been one thing. Saying it is another. Saying it will make it real.
"Well, the last thing I remember before the beach is getting pretty cosmically fucked-up. And since then, things have been like a really weird dream, but I feel more lucid than I have in... a long time actually." Gerard looks down at their joined hands as he speaks; his skin looks almost as pale as hers, and feels almost as cold. "So I figure... either I'm having the trip of a lifetime, or." He swallows hard, and finishes, "I'm dead?"
The girl gives him that sad smile again, and squeezes his hands gently. "It's best when you realize it on your own, trust me. The ones who have to be told are always the saddest."
There's a dizzy, yawning sensation in the pit of Gerard's stomach, like being on a roller coaster just before the first big drop. When he speaks, his own voice sounds distant, muted. "Overdose?"
The girl nods, and tilts her head to one side questioningly. "Did you mean to? It's difficult to tell, sometimes."
"No," Gerard replies, though it doesn't come out as certain as he means it to. "I mean, I wasn't thinking about OD-ing. I wasn't thinking about anything."
"What if you had been?" she presses. "Would you have done it intentionally?"
"No," Gerard says again, more firmly this time. "No, I wouldn't have done that to -"
It crashes in on him then, the dreamlike state he's been in broken by cold realization - he can't say he would never do that to Mikey, because unless this is a trip or a dream, he did.
He closes his eyes, gripping the girl's hands, and whispers, "I can't go back, can I?"
"It doesn't work that way," she replies softly. "What's done can't be undone. But there's something for you here, if you want it. Something you can be. I know you've wished for that, and you can have it, here."
The Fall and Rise of The Black Parade