An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: My Chemical Romance, Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Ray Toro/Mikey Way, Frank Iero/Gerard Way, Mikey Way/Pete Wentz
Characters: Mikey Way, Gerard Way, Ray Toro, Frank Iero, Gerard Way and Mikey Way's Parents, Pete Wentz
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Buffy The Vampire Slayer Fusion, Inspired by Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV), Slow Burn, Saving the World, Mikey Way Needs a Hug, He/Him and They/Them Pronouns for Gerard Way, Vampire Frank Iero, Past Mikey Way/Pete Wentz, Pete Wentz is a Little Shit, Alternate Universe - High School, they're all high school age except Farnk and Gerard, Frank Iero Being Annoying, Not Really Character Death
Summary:
A year ago, Mikey was a normal kid enjoying his sophomore year of high school. Now, the death of the previous Slayer has catapulted him into a new lifetime of confusion and vampire guts.
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: My Chemical Romance, Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Ray Toro/Mikey Way, Frank Iero/Gerard Way, Mikey Way/Pete Wentz
Characters: Mikey Way, Gerard Way, Ray Toro, Frank Iero, Gerard Way and Mikey Way's Parents, Pete Wentz
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Buffy The Vampire Slayer Fusion, Inspired by Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV), Slow Burn, Saving the World, Mikey Way Needs a Hug, He/Him and They/Them Pronouns for Gerard Way, Vampire Frank Iero, Past Mikey Way/Pete Wentz, Pete Wentz is a Little Shit, Alternate Universe - High School, they're all high school age except Farnk and Gerard, Frank Iero Being Annoying, Not Really Character Death
Summary:
A year ago, Mikey was a normal kid enjoying his sophomore year of high school. Now, the death of the previous Slayer has catapulted him into a new lifetime of confusion and vampire guts.
Pairing: Copia (Frater Imperator) x gn!reader (lightly implied, that forehead kiss can be platonic if you want it to be)
Rating: Gen
Tags: Second person POV, hurt/comfort, fluff and angst
Words: 931
Summary: Papa V Perpetua's ascension and catchy new single raise difficult feelings for Copia. Luckily you're there, and you know all the right things to say to assuage his insecurities.
A/N: I wrote this because I have been both listening to "Satanized" on a loop and feeling the need to comfort my comfort character all day long.
You can also read this and all of my other fics on ao3!
Blasphemy! Heresy! Save me! From the bottom of my heart, I knowâ
"You're doing it again."
"Hm?" You look up, confused, from the invoices you've been filing. "Doing what again?"
Copia is seated at his desk, staring at his computer, brow furrowed and a sour expression lining his face. He doesn't look up at you when he answers.
"Singing."
"Oh." Your cheeks color with embarrassment. The new song has been stuck in your head since it premiered last nightâto much fanfare for the new Papaâbut you hadn't realized that at some point you had actually begun singing along under your breath. "Sorry, Paâ Frater. I'll keep it down."
He gives a little hmph in reply, and you return to your filing. The officeâit used to be Sister's office, but you're just about used to the larger space being Copia's now, used to the new uniform, used to most of the changes even if your tongue still stumbles on the new title from time to timeâfills with the soft sounds of papers shuffing into folders and the clicking of Copia's mouse. It's relaxing⌠Well, kind of. Just when you think to yourself that his clicking is starting to sound a bit aggressive, you hear him swear at the computer with a level of vitriol that frankly seems a bit much to throw at a humble spreadsheet.
"Everything okay?" you ask timidly.
"Of course everything is okay. Why would it not be okay?" Copia replies, voice tight in that way it gets when things are decidedly less than okay.
"You've just seemed a bit on edge today? Since the premiere?"
He gives you a brief look over his shoulder before quickly looking away. "I'm fine."
"You know, if you want to talk aboutâ"
"I don't."
"Okay." You shrug, slide the file cabinet drawer closed with a satisfying thud, and open the drawer for the next range of letters. Continue transforming chaos to order, one form at a time. You've known Copia long enough and worked with him closely enough not only to clock his tells, but to know that he will break in three, two, oneâ
As though on cue, he sighs heavily and pushes back from the desk,rolling his chair around to face you.
"It's not even that good, this song, you know? 'Satanized'? 'Urges to burst'? What the fuck is that?"
"It is awfully catchy," you venture.
Copia snorts, incredulous. "Catchy? You know what song is catchy? 'Rats' is catchy. Now that's a lead single. I was nominated for a Grammy with that one, you know."
"I know."
"And 'Call Me Little Sunshine'!" Copia continues, triumphant. "Another Grammy nomination! And I could have won, too, ifâŚ"
But he trails off, and in the heavy silence following that if, you hear what is left. If there had been a third album cycle. If he was still Papa. If he'd had just a little more timeâŚ
Copia abruptly turns to gaze out the window, jaw set, his eyes glistening. You know that he's not really seeing the early spring day on the other side of the stained glass.
After a moment, he asks, "They seemed happy, didn't they?"
"Who?"
"Myâ the ghouls. In that video, they seemed happy." He swallows hard. "With him."
This isn't about Grammys, you know, or tours, or albums, or movies, or any amount of success that can be measured in accolades or dollar signs.
You close the space between you, coming to stand at Copia's side, close enough to reach out and thumb away the tear tracing its bitter path down his cheek.
"They're not going to forget you," you say softly. "You know that, right?"
"They already have."
"No, listen to me." You apply gentle pressure, turning his dear, sad, stubborn face up so that he has no choice but to look at you. You repeat, more forcefully this time, "They are not going to forget you. Not the ghouls. Not anybody. I mean, how could they?"
And now it's your turn to blink back the tears prickling your eyes.
"How could anyone forget everything that you've given to this Ministry? Yes, the songs, the tours, the movie. But it's more than that. You've touched millions of hearts, given countless people joy and comfort and a sense of belonging."
"Butâ but I'm not Papa, anymore."
You shake your head. "It doesn't matter. The entire Ministry, everything we're doing here? It could end tomorrow, and you would still be with all of those people forever. Your songs, your words, memories of nights filled with music and magic, all of that love⌠Nothing can undo that. Not time or distance or different outfits or some new guy in a shiny mask."
Copia chuckles in spite of himself, the laugh causing more tears to fall. But these he quickly wipes away, and takes your hand in his. "Such a stupid mask."
It's a pretty cool fucking mask, but wisely, you keep this thought to yourself, instead reassuring him, "There are plenty of people who still consider you their Papa."
For the first time all dayâhonestly, for the first time in longer than thatâsome of the tension melts out of Copia, his shoulders dropping out of their anxious hunch. He runs his thumb over your knuckles and asks, almost shyly, "And what about you?"
"Me? You even have to ask?" You bend down and press a kiss to his forehead, feeling the worried creases there smooth a little, as though your kiss is a balm to his very soul. "You'll always be my Papa."
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/3
Fandom: Clancy - Twenty One Pilots (Album), Twenty One Pilots
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Clancy/Torchbearer (Twenty One Pilots), Josh Dun/Tyler Joseph
Characters: Torchbearer (Twenty One Pilots), Clancy (Twenty One Pilots)
Additional Tags: Joshler (kind of), Angst, Music Video: Paladin Strait (Twenty One Pilots), pre paladin strait, Sleepy Boys, Sleepy Cuddles, Fluff, (only a little)
Summary:
Clancy knows what he needs to do. The only thing he didn't account for was Torch.
