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In the Music of Time by greedy_dancer (Explicit)
Fandom: BANDOM
Pairing: Frank/Gerard, Gerard/Gerard, Frank/Gerard/Gerard
Length: 12,940 words
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Why this must be read: The tale of Frank and the four Gerards, and of the afternoon that set everything in motion.
This story is so much more than the "simple" time-travel PWP it seems at first glance. It's sad and happy and so full of love - Frank's love for Gerard in all his incarnations and Gerard's love and understanding of his younger selves. It's also a fantastic character portrait of Gerard even though it's written from Frank's POV. Getting to see the different versions of Gerard together like this really brings home how much he's changed over the band's career. A heartbreaking and heartwarming and scorchingly hot story.
Excerpt from the story:
There are deep shadows under this Gerard's eyes, and a tenseness around his mouth whenever he looks at Frank, and Frank finally places him. The hair screams Black Parade, of course, but Gerard's talking about the Paramour.
That explains the desperation in his kiss; Frank and Gerard weren't exactly on talking terms for a while there.
"I wished I could see my future, too," Young Gerard whispers hoarsely, and he looks so small and lost that Frank suddenly itches to gather him into his arms. He doesn't, though. This Gerard's hunched-over posture is screaming "DON'T TOUCH" so loudly that Frank would get it even if he didn't remember learning that lesson the hard way. He keeps his hands in the pockets of his hoodie.
Alright, so, he might be willing to accept that he's not asleep. If he were, things would probably have moved on to the wet dream portion of the evening already. It looks like this is going more in a group therapy direction, unfortunately for his fantasy life.
He turns towards Young Gerard. "So... Where - or, I guess, when are you from?" he asks.
Young Gerard has the same dark circles under his eyes as Blond Gerard, and the same kind of haunted look. That, plus the hair and clothes, and Frank places this Gerard around...
"2001," Gerard replies, confirming Frank's suspicions. "September. It just happened..." He swallows, looks away, and then adds, "I quit my job today. I just... None of it matters, and I want to... I don't really know what to do now."
Frank's heart breaks a little at how miserable this Gerard looks, and he's about to step forward and give him a hug, body language be damned, when Blond Gerard clears his throat, startling him.
Blond Gerard and Gee are silent, yet they're in the middle of a heated conversation, Frank can tell. He's been hanging around the Way brothers for long enough. This is even more frustrating, though; the dialogue seems to be happening through the slightest nods, leaving him nothing to try and interpret. He wonders if time-travel comes with a bonus telepathic bond. He hopes not. He feels at enough of a disadvantage as it is.
"Right, I know," Gee says, and then, turning back to Frank and his youngest self, "Um, since we've got the basic mechanics out of the way, there's something you two should know before you freak out again. There's, uh, someone else here right now. Another one of us."
"What?" Frank exclaims, scanning the room. He can't see any more Gerards. "Where? Did he mess up his landing or something? Can you even do that? He's not stuck inside a wall or something, is he?"
Frank assumes that would be bad, but neither Gee nor Blond Gerard look too concerned, and they seem to know what's up. He waits for the explanation.
"No, no. He's in the bathroom," Blond Gerard says. "He's been... sleeping, but he's going to wake up soon."
"Sleeping in the bathroom?" Frank asks, incredulous, just as Young Gerard snorts, "He slept through time-travel?"
Frank's about to make a joke but Gee's looking at him in such a serious manner, Blond Gerard rubbing his neck in the way that means he's really embarrassed, and suddenly Frank knows who it is. There's only one possible past incarnation of Gerard who could have slept through being jolted out of his time and landing in the next room to a rather loud, four-person argument.
As if on cue, an awful retching sound comes from the bathroom.
In the Music of Time (on AO3) or here (on DW) or here (on LJ)
Pairing: Frank/Gerard, Gerard/Gerard, Frank/Gerard/Gerard
Length: 12,940 words
Author on LJ:
greedy_dancer & greedy_dancerAuthor on AO3:
Why this must be read: The tale of Frank and the four Gerards, and of the afternoon that set everything in motion.
This story is so much more than the "simple" time-travel PWP it seems at first glance. It's sad and happy and so full of love - Frank's love for Gerard in all his incarnations and Gerard's love and understanding of his younger selves. It's also a fantastic character portrait of Gerard even though it's written from Frank's POV. Getting to see the different versions of Gerard together like this really brings home how much he's changed over the band's career. A heartbreaking and heartwarming and scorchingly hot story.
Excerpt from the story:
There are deep shadows under this Gerard's eyes, and a tenseness around his mouth whenever he looks at Frank, and Frank finally places him. The hair screams Black Parade, of course, but Gerard's talking about the Paramour.
That explains the desperation in his kiss; Frank and Gerard weren't exactly on talking terms for a while there.
"I wished I could see my future, too," Young Gerard whispers hoarsely, and he looks so small and lost that Frank suddenly itches to gather him into his arms. He doesn't, though. This Gerard's hunched-over posture is screaming "DON'T TOUCH" so loudly that Frank would get it even if he didn't remember learning that lesson the hard way. He keeps his hands in the pockets of his hoodie.
Alright, so, he might be willing to accept that he's not asleep. If he were, things would probably have moved on to the wet dream portion of the evening already. It looks like this is going more in a group therapy direction, unfortunately for his fantasy life.
He turns towards Young Gerard. "So... Where - or, I guess, when are you from?" he asks.
Young Gerard has the same dark circles under his eyes as Blond Gerard, and the same kind of haunted look. That, plus the hair and clothes, and Frank places this Gerard around...
"2001," Gerard replies, confirming Frank's suspicions. "September. It just happened..." He swallows, looks away, and then adds, "I quit my job today. I just... None of it matters, and I want to... I don't really know what to do now."
Frank's heart breaks a little at how miserable this Gerard looks, and he's about to step forward and give him a hug, body language be damned, when Blond Gerard clears his throat, startling him.
Blond Gerard and Gee are silent, yet they're in the middle of a heated conversation, Frank can tell. He's been hanging around the Way brothers for long enough. This is even more frustrating, though; the dialogue seems to be happening through the slightest nods, leaving him nothing to try and interpret. He wonders if time-travel comes with a bonus telepathic bond. He hopes not. He feels at enough of a disadvantage as it is.
"Right, I know," Gee says, and then, turning back to Frank and his youngest self, "Um, since we've got the basic mechanics out of the way, there's something you two should know before you freak out again. There's, uh, someone else here right now. Another one of us."
"What?" Frank exclaims, scanning the room. He can't see any more Gerards. "Where? Did he mess up his landing or something? Can you even do that? He's not stuck inside a wall or something, is he?"
Frank assumes that would be bad, but neither Gee nor Blond Gerard look too concerned, and they seem to know what's up. He waits for the explanation.
"No, no. He's in the bathroom," Blond Gerard says. "He's been... sleeping, but he's going to wake up soon."
"Sleeping in the bathroom?" Frank asks, incredulous, just as Young Gerard snorts, "He slept through time-travel?"
Frank's about to make a joke but Gee's looking at him in such a serious manner, Blond Gerard rubbing his neck in the way that means he's really embarrassed, and suddenly Frank knows who it is. There's only one possible past incarnation of Gerard who could have slept through being jolted out of his time and landing in the next room to a rather loud, four-person argument.
As if on cue, an awful retching sound comes from the bathroom.
In the Music of Time (on AO3) or here (on DW) or here (on LJ)