Fandoms: My Chemical Romance
25 Aug 2017
[Pirate!Frerard - English Colony in Jamaica, year 1715]
Frank tried really hard to ignore those words, ignore the picture of Way's hand - more and more clear in his mind -, ignore how he was enjoying everything.
"Shut up," he hissed, but he noticed how much his voice was thick with hesitation right after he had heard it.
"C'mon, wouldn't it be exciting? A pirate and a Navy soldier... an immoral and irresistible attraction..."
Frank tried to stop his legs, which had suddenly started trembling. It had already happened before; it was caused by cold or, sometimes, by fear. But the sensation that was now shaking every fiber of his body was utterly unknown. It fogged his mind and his sight, it gave him the impression of being fragile as a blade of grass, it speeded up his heartbeat like he was sick, it made him flushed with frustration.
He hated and loved that sensation at the same time, exactly how he hated that pirate's gut, but in that moment he just craved to cancel the distance between the two of them.
"I'm here, boy" he kept wheezing. "I'm yours if you want me. There is nobody except us, no one will ever know..."
01 Jul 2017
Frank was particularly proud of the bar that his parents had left him as inheritance (the fact that they won it playing cards wasn't important, it was his anyway), and even if Frank wasn't completely human, he was more than happy to manage the bar as a real Earthling would have.
But then something changed when Frank found himself staring at a cracked glass; for some reason, he began to think that maybe his life was becoming too monotonous, flat, senseless - and with a whole Universe to discover, just listen to his clients telling stories was not enough anymore: he wanted to live his own story, this time.
And the young barman, indeed, would've soon found himself stuck in a war way biger than him, where Gerard Nox way, captain of a space-ship, was fighting for something more than just his own life.
Frank had always seen the stars as unattainable, distant lights: being nobody's property - or at least, somebody else's property - he would've never thought that one day he woulv have been able to reach and almost touch them. Although he would've never even thought that he would've fallen in love with someone so dangerous the way he did in the end...
Just... wait here, I was told, with the ghosts of everyone that tried to fly.
And I, flying, stayed with them. I waited, with them. I stayed and waited, with Him.
What was I waiting for?
Nothing. I was waiting for the wait to never end.
And it was okay, it was fine that way.
A mess of thoughts and metaphorical fantasies inspired by Electric Century's song "I Lied" and translated for me by @poisonmilkshake
"As Snow Falls on Desert Sky, As Days Fade and We Go Cold"
There always was something empty... in the sky, in the people, in their eyes and in their words.
Frank had felt a void inside himself for all of his life, while watching guys like him walk between those grey and gloomy walls, in that old building full of vain hopes.
Everyone wanted to get away from here, maybe between the arms of someone to call mom and dad, running towards a place to finally call 'home'. But how could exist a future for someone who didn't even have a past? It was so useless dreaming as days went by, fading away and getting lost into nothing.
Everyone wanted to go away... or maybe not. Maybe, not /everyone/.
His name was Gerard Way. And he was an artist.
And secretly, a lot more.
"I want you to do something for me...". Without warning, he lifted a hand to my face, moving his thumb on one side of my lip and wiping away - with slow delicacy - a chocolate stain. Satisfied with the result, he smiled. "You think you can do that, Frank?"
I just hoped he didn't notice the shiver that ran through my spine.
I hated Gerard Way.
And I’m not just saying it. I truly hated him.
You know, that kind of hatred – pure and irreversible – that nestles in your chest and makes it rot slowly? Yeah, that. If hatred were an organ, it would look like one of those horrible, shriveled, smoke-eaten lungs… even a bit more ugly, maybe.
And if I hadn’t had eighteen years of memories to rely on, I wouldn’t even have been so sure why I hated him so much… There weren’t many people able to hate Gerard Way, after all. Even if he was wrong or in fault, people couldn’t blame him for too long or feel resentment toward him, for some reasons.
But then there was me. The exception – not very exceptional. The one who was different – as always. Because I did know Gerard in person, and yet I hated him.
Nonetheless, they always say how hate sometimes tastes a lot like love...
This is the first time I properly write something in english, so... yeah. Please, read the notes!
There’s a kid in the bathroom stall. He’s curled on the floor, asleep or passed out with his forehead pressed against the toilet’s base.
In which Yukine is a runaway, Yato’s homeless, Hiyori works at the local shelter, and it’s the winter of the deepest freeze Tokyo’s seen in thirty years. Human!AU
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19 Aug 2017
Fandoms: My Chemical Romance, Stigmata (1999)
30 Jul 2011
“He thinks I have stigmata,” Frank said, because what the fucking hell, it couldn’t get any worse. He might as well just lay it out.
“Oh, well,” said Brian into his hands. “Of course.”
- Part 1 of Unholyverse
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03 Dec 2016