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crack_van2010-06-01 08:51 am
modillian.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2010-06-01 08:51 am
Weekfight Hotel by swear_jar and apiphile (NC-17)
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crack_van for bandom in June. I mostly read MCR, but I also love stories focusing on the women of bandom; there is a strange dearth of bandom women fic recced here, so I'll include a good mix of het and slash. To begin with a bang, this week's theme is Asskicking AUs.
Fandom: BANDOM
Pairing: Pete/Patrick, Gerard/Bert, Frank/Bob, Andy/Gabe, Vicky-T/Nate, The Used GSF, Cobra Starship GSF
Length: at least 130K
Author on LJ:swear_jar and apiphile
Author Website: swear_jar's fic list and apiphile's side bar under "creative crap"
Why this must be read:
The writers are top-notch, the characterization is scathing and startlingly different for each individual, and it's a sprawling epic of a fic that includes fanart and cosplay. I am completely in awe of this universe.
The Plot: Gerard Way has recently inherited his family's lucrative business of underground arms dealing and ring fighting while fronting as a legitimate company, and Gerard is still settling into the role as Big Bad Boss. He employs and/or fights with rivals in the groups of The Used, Cobra Starship, Fall Out Boy, and various other band characters. The drama ramps up as conspiracies are revealed, allies change swiftly as backstabbing escalates, and no one is exempt from bloodshed as the future of Way family dominance hangs in the balance.
Warning: Violence, character death, scenes of torture, unhealthy relationships, drug use, and a lot of blood. This is not a shy Mob AU.
Excerpt:
Ma Way had been a terrifying presence. Andy had only met Gerard a handful of times, but already preferred his strange presence to hers, Gerard could fill up the room but never felt stifling. Andy couldn’t say he missed her, from seeing her preside over fights, sitting up-front with her teased blonde hair crowning her head and her black talons, the crow like cocking of her head like she was deciding the best way to rip you open and get out all the sweet bits. He wouldn’t say he was glad to have her gone (not out loud, anyway), but she was certainly less awesome to work for. Not that they worked for Gerard—except technically, he supposed they did. It was more like a payed alliance, an alliance with benefits. They’d chosen to go to Gerard when the shit hit the fan along with Ma Way’s brains, but so had a lot of people. Maybe even enough for Gerard to get his feet under him and keep the Way family running.
Andy looks down at Brent. His face sweating around the tape that’s still cutting into his cheeks a little, despite the loosening Andy’s done earlier, his dark eyes scrunching shut as they ease over a speedbump and his head hits the van’s floor with a thump.
This insignificant, amateur killer, sweating on the dirty floor of their van had been the first wolf sent in to nip at the heels of the newborn head of the Way family, to test Gerard’s strength. Brent and his partner had been sent to get rid of Gerard while he was stumbling around on wobbly calf-legs, all bloodstained and newborn and smelling like dinner. The possibilities of who sent them were practically endless, so Andy doesn’t hazard a guess. After all, he’ll get his answer (Gerard’s answer), soon enough.
Brent was the first wolf, but he wouldn’t be the last. So they were staying in the building that was swallowing the van down, Way hotel numero uno, the first in the chain, built years before Gerard Way had even been born. More a home and a headquaters than a hotel, it was only ever open to the most exclusive, invited guests and half the floors were permanently taken up by the Ways and their entourage.
Andy lets himself rock with the bumping of the van over the carpark speed humps, and thinks about how he’s going to do this with Brent. His hands hang loosely between his swaying knees, flicking his knife in out in out in.
Weekfight Hotel
modillian and I'll be driving the crack_van for bandom in June. I mostly read MCR, but I also love stories focusing on the women of bandom; there is a strange dearth of bandom women fic recced here, so I'll include a good mix of het and slash. To begin with a bang, this week's theme is Asskicking AUs.Fandom: BANDOM
Pairing: Pete/Patrick, Gerard/Bert, Frank/Bob, Andy/Gabe, Vicky-T/Nate, The Used GSF, Cobra Starship GSF
Length: at least 130K
Author on LJ:
swear_jar and apiphileAuthor Website: swear_jar's fic list and apiphile's side bar under "creative crap"
Why this must be read:
The writers are top-notch, the characterization is scathing and startlingly different for each individual, and it's a sprawling epic of a fic that includes fanart and cosplay. I am completely in awe of this universe.
The Plot: Gerard Way has recently inherited his family's lucrative business of underground arms dealing and ring fighting while fronting as a legitimate company, and Gerard is still settling into the role as Big Bad Boss. He employs and/or fights with rivals in the groups of The Used, Cobra Starship, Fall Out Boy, and various other band characters. The drama ramps up as conspiracies are revealed, allies change swiftly as backstabbing escalates, and no one is exempt from bloodshed as the future of Way family dominance hangs in the balance.
Warning: Violence, character death, scenes of torture, unhealthy relationships, drug use, and a lot of blood. This is not a shy Mob AU.
Excerpt:
Ma Way had been a terrifying presence. Andy had only met Gerard a handful of times, but already preferred his strange presence to hers, Gerard could fill up the room but never felt stifling. Andy couldn’t say he missed her, from seeing her preside over fights, sitting up-front with her teased blonde hair crowning her head and her black talons, the crow like cocking of her head like she was deciding the best way to rip you open and get out all the sweet bits. He wouldn’t say he was glad to have her gone (not out loud, anyway), but she was certainly less awesome to work for. Not that they worked for Gerard—except technically, he supposed they did. It was more like a payed alliance, an alliance with benefits. They’d chosen to go to Gerard when the shit hit the fan along with Ma Way’s brains, but so had a lot of people. Maybe even enough for Gerard to get his feet under him and keep the Way family running.
Andy looks down at Brent. His face sweating around the tape that’s still cutting into his cheeks a little, despite the loosening Andy’s done earlier, his dark eyes scrunching shut as they ease over a speedbump and his head hits the van’s floor with a thump.
This insignificant, amateur killer, sweating on the dirty floor of their van had been the first wolf sent in to nip at the heels of the newborn head of the Way family, to test Gerard’s strength. Brent and his partner had been sent to get rid of Gerard while he was stumbling around on wobbly calf-legs, all bloodstained and newborn and smelling like dinner. The possibilities of who sent them were practically endless, so Andy doesn’t hazard a guess. After all, he’ll get his answer (Gerard’s answer), soon enough.
Brent was the first wolf, but he wouldn’t be the last. So they were staying in the building that was swallowing the van down, Way hotel numero uno, the first in the chain, built years before Gerard Way had even been born. More a home and a headquaters than a hotel, it was only ever open to the most exclusive, invited guests and half the floors were permanently taken up by the Ways and their entourage.
Andy lets himself rock with the bumping of the van over the carpark speed humps, and thinks about how he’s going to do this with Brent. His hands hang loosely between his swaying knees, flicking his knife in out in out in.
Weekfight Hotel