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The Anatomy of a Fall by novembersmith (NC-17)
Hi everyone! I'm turlough and I'm driving the crack_van for bandom this month. I'm a complete MCR fangirl so most of the stories that I'll rec will be centered around that band.
Fandom: BANDOM
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Length: 107,060 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
novembersmith
Author Website: Master Post of Fic & on AO3
Why this must be read:
When his family moves to a small town in Vermont Gerard's life takes a strange turn. Also includes: unexpected nature walks, murder, pining, improper treatment of crime scenes, a number of bone-related puns, high school bullies, and a short-range shrub named Ferdinand.
This is an absolutely wonderful cross between a high school AU and a ghost story. It's the kind of story that leaves me flailing helplessly, lacking words to express how much I loved it and how good it was. The characterisations and the dialogue and the atmosphere are just fantastic and I love the waynovembersmith makes the forest such a real and tangible place. This Gerard is one of the best teenaged Gerard I've ever read, everything about him rings so true: how open he is emotionally, his spontaneity and enthusiasm, and his love of Mikey.
I think this is one of the best stories from this year's Big Bang and also one of the best stories that's ever been written in the fandom.
Excerpt from the story:
"Fuck," he said ruefully to the empty woods, prodding his mouth with ragged, black-painted nails. "Smoking my own blood."
"Kinky," the empty woods said back, and Gerard jumped backward, windmilled his arms frantically, and fell on his ass into some intensely spiky unfriendly bush. He made an embarrassing tea-kettle-like noise, flailing.
"Holy shit!" the guy standing behind him on the path said, sounding alarmed and amused. "I didn't mean to freak you out that bad, man."
"Gnnaaahh," Gerard wheezed, trying and failing to stand up. "What the fuck - what is your - where did you even come from!"
The random stealth guy stared at him as Gerard glared witheringly, or attempted to, and then burst into delighted giggles - which, whatever, it wasn't funny, okay. The fucking bush was possessed or something. Gerard yanked his arm again and yelped as thorns dug into his shoulder, and then suddenly a cool hand was on his wrist, confidently lifting away branches and untangling things from Gerard's hair and hauling him to his feet.
Gerard shook the dead leaves from his hair and spit out a twig, edging away from the bush just in case it decided to leap out at him again. Fuck, his heart was still going eleven billion miles a minute.
"So, uh... you okay, dude?" the guy asked, rocking back on his heels. "Still breathing? I'm Frank, by the way. These are my woods."
"Your woods?" asked Gerard as he brushed hopelessly at the giant muddy stain on his jeans. Oh, his day just kept getting better. At least his pulse was slowly normalizing. Probably his heart wasn't going to explode, but it had been a close thing. He slanted an accusing look in Frank's direction.
Frank didn't so much seem to notice, picking at a nail and staring at it intently. He flicked a glance at Gerard and looked back down again immediately. "I mean, uh, sorta? They are now. People... tend not to come here. You did, though!" he said, perking up. "Which is awesome. Clearly, you are awesome."
Gerard was still picking thorns and twigs and other random forest paraphernalia out of his hair - what had he been thinking, coming into a forest, nature was fucking red in tooth and claw and leaf - but at this he looked back up. That... that was generally not the response he got from people. And now that he wasn't dying of heart failure or premature death-by-tree, it was dawning on him that Frank was actually sort of attractive. Okay, really attractive.
Frank grinned at him, flicking his lip ring with his tongue. He was even paler than Gerard - pale like a china plate, almost luminous. Tattoos curled beneath the holes in Frank's shirt and down the insides of his arms, and Gerard itched again for his sketchpad and ink. He couldn't believe he hadn't noticed this guy at school, Jesus.
The Anatomy of a Fall (or here)
(...Okay, So It's The Same Galaxy, A Couple Years Off - or here - is a delightful little ficlet that takes place a few years after The Anatomy of a Fall)
Fandom: BANDOM
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
Length: 107,060 words
Author on LJ:
novembersmithAuthor Website: Master Post of Fic & on AO3
Why this must be read:
When his family moves to a small town in Vermont Gerard's life takes a strange turn. Also includes: unexpected nature walks, murder, pining, improper treatment of crime scenes, a number of bone-related puns, high school bullies, and a short-range shrub named Ferdinand.
This is an absolutely wonderful cross between a high school AU and a ghost story. It's the kind of story that leaves me flailing helplessly, lacking words to express how much I loved it and how good it was. The characterisations and the dialogue and the atmosphere are just fantastic and I love the way
novembersmith makes the forest such a real and tangible place. This Gerard is one of the best teenaged Gerard I've ever read, everything about him rings so true: how open he is emotionally, his spontaneity and enthusiasm, and his love of Mikey. I think this is one of the best stories from this year's Big Bang and also one of the best stories that's ever been written in the fandom.
Excerpt from the story:
"Fuck," he said ruefully to the empty woods, prodding his mouth with ragged, black-painted nails. "Smoking my own blood."
"Kinky," the empty woods said back, and Gerard jumped backward, windmilled his arms frantically, and fell on his ass into some intensely spiky unfriendly bush. He made an embarrassing tea-kettle-like noise, flailing.
"Holy shit!" the guy standing behind him on the path said, sounding alarmed and amused. "I didn't mean to freak you out that bad, man."
"Gnnaaahh," Gerard wheezed, trying and failing to stand up. "What the fuck - what is your - where did you even come from!"
The random stealth guy stared at him as Gerard glared witheringly, or attempted to, and then burst into delighted giggles - which, whatever, it wasn't funny, okay. The fucking bush was possessed or something. Gerard yanked his arm again and yelped as thorns dug into his shoulder, and then suddenly a cool hand was on his wrist, confidently lifting away branches and untangling things from Gerard's hair and hauling him to his feet.
Gerard shook the dead leaves from his hair and spit out a twig, edging away from the bush just in case it decided to leap out at him again. Fuck, his heart was still going eleven billion miles a minute.
"So, uh... you okay, dude?" the guy asked, rocking back on his heels. "Still breathing? I'm Frank, by the way. These are my woods."
"Your woods?" asked Gerard as he brushed hopelessly at the giant muddy stain on his jeans. Oh, his day just kept getting better. At least his pulse was slowly normalizing. Probably his heart wasn't going to explode, but it had been a close thing. He slanted an accusing look in Frank's direction.
Frank didn't so much seem to notice, picking at a nail and staring at it intently. He flicked a glance at Gerard and looked back down again immediately. "I mean, uh, sorta? They are now. People... tend not to come here. You did, though!" he said, perking up. "Which is awesome. Clearly, you are awesome."
Gerard was still picking thorns and twigs and other random forest paraphernalia out of his hair - what had he been thinking, coming into a forest, nature was fucking red in tooth and claw and leaf - but at this he looked back up. That... that was generally not the response he got from people. And now that he wasn't dying of heart failure or premature death-by-tree, it was dawning on him that Frank was actually sort of attractive. Okay, really attractive.
Frank grinned at him, flicking his lip ring with his tongue. He was even paler than Gerard - pale like a china plate, almost luminous. Tattoos curled beneath the holes in Frank's shirt and down the insides of his arms, and Gerard itched again for his sketchpad and ink. He couldn't believe he hadn't noticed this guy at school, Jesus.
The Anatomy of a Fall (or here)
(...Okay, So It's The Same Galaxy, A Couple Years Off - or here - is a delightful little ficlet that takes place a few years after The Anatomy of a Fall)
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