Wanna read fics for a dead fandom? Nows your chance.
Sup friends, followers, and mutuals. So, its not really a secret, but I've definitely been into a certain fandom that happens to kinda be pretty dead. Despite that, I really couldn't help but make some fics for it. Soooo, if you guys wanna go read em, here's the links.
Sooooo, ugh yeah. The second one only has more of a preview chapter, since I plan on finishing my current one before trying to go anywhere with it though. Idk if you guys wanna read em, but I'm most definitely not giving up on this fandom yet. I'm gonna revive it if its the last thing I do dammit.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: My Chemical Romance, Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys (Album), Mindless Self Indulgence, Bandom
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Frank Iero/Gerard Way
Characters: Gerard Way, Frank Iero, Mikey Way, Ray Toro, Grace Jeanette, Grant Morrison, Lindsey Ballato, Jimmy Urine
Additional Tags: Video & Computer Games, MMORPG, Nerdiness, Podfic Available, basement!gerard
Summary:
Gerard would be killing twice as many dracs right now if his fucking spacebar would quit sticking. (Gamer AU, wherein the Danger Days universe is an MMORPG.)
omg this is literally nearly 2 weeks late but if u still wanna do the inbox thing if its ok rubymatilda for #40
this reply is super late I'm sorry. ^.^; happy new year, friend!
#40: “Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”
Most people, looking at Matilda Choi, saw a sickly little girl and not much else. They’d never expect her to be able to fight, let alone explain the crucial components that separated a fight from a curbstomp.
One of those components was timing.
In a fight, there was no time to hesitate. You hit hard and fast, or you’d find yourself getting hit. Every second counted.
So there she was, counting seconds. Thirty-nine... thirty-eight...
This was the first New Year’s she was spending away from home. It had taken a long time and a lot of begging, but her mom was finally agreed to let Matilda celebrate with her friends. Or with her female friends, at least. Which almost ruined the point, considering most of her friends were boys.
But as it happened, Matilda was currently watching the New Year’s 2016 Ball Drop on her cellphone in Ruby’s room, with Ruby watching over her shoulder, and fudge when did the room even get this warm?
Twenty. Nineteen...
It looked like Ruby was blushing too, probably an allergic reaction to something. Matilda suddenly realized that, with Ruby’s upgrades and all, chances were the team captain knew what Matilda was up to and might have known the whole time.
Eep.
Well, Matilda had come to far to back down now. Worst case scenario, Ruby would move away at the last second and things would be awkward.
Three... two...
When the clock struck twelve, Matilda took her chance. She turned to the girl she’d been crushing on for the whole year and... kissed her.
Ruby didn’t pull away immediately, which hopefully was a good sign. When she broke the kiss, there was a flicker of something on her face before she switched back to her “cool, aloof leader” expression. It took Matilda a moment to recognize just what that flicker was.
“Have I entered an alternate universe, or did you really just crack a smile for me?
Ruby kept the cool leader expression for precisely 2.5 seconds before she gave up and smiled again. “I was wondering if I might have to act first,” she said.
Did that mean what it sounded like? Matilda wasn’t entirely sure, but she hoped it did.
“Um. Happy new year.”
“Happy --”
At that moment, Ruby had a sneezing fit and couldn’t speak for the two minutes. Probably an allergic reaction to hope.
Ruby knows that it’s not what people think of you that matters. It’s who you are.
Ruby is intelligent, brave, stubborn and ruthless, and she tries hard not to forget it.
Not when her peers suddenly decide to ignore her completely, not when the few who acknowledge her existence only do so to pull her hair or make fun of her glasses, and not when Agent Brand goes out of his way to make her feel like a child.
One person can change the world, she reminds herself. One person usually does.
But that one person usually has people behind her.
So she tests her teammates. She talks to them, finds out how they think and what would make them stay with her no matter what. She’s gotten better at not insulting them. Mostly.
On some days, when she’s made her teammates angry or made a mistake somewhere or simply ordered them to leave, Ruby will sit alone in the library and work on her personal plans for world domination.
Some days, after he makes sure the others are gone, Heathcliff will join her. They work on Ruby’s plans for world domination.
He’s the only person Ruby trusts enough to tell about her dreams, her ideas. He’s smart, and proud, and he agrees that it’s not right for gifted people to be ignored in favor of pretty ones. Plus, he’s a natural villain. He even practices the evil laugh -- and while Ruby finds the concept of an evil laugh ridiculous, she has to admit it’s kind of funny when Heathcliff does it.
“You do realize,” she says, “that if this plan works, there probably aren’t going to be very many people at which to laugh.”
“There might be some people,” he says. “We could always spare a few. Brett Bealer. Lori Baker. Jackson Jones. That’s part of why supervillainy is fun, isn’t it? Being in complete control, watching your enemies beg for mercy. It’s great.”
“...Perhaps.” Ruby’s main motivation was to put some organization into the world, but she supposes there’s no harm in letting Heathcliff have his fun. “Won’t that get boring after a while, though? You can only laugh at people for so long. What would you do after that?”
“After that? Ruby, we have a whole multiverse to conquer!”
He goes on about alternate universes and how to reach them. Ruby’s only half listening, though; she’s checking his math on the doomsday device blueprints. Mostly correct, but you rushed through this.
She lets herself smile a little as she fixes a misplaced decimal point. Heathcliff is brilliant, but it’s her skills that will make sure he succeeds.
Mindy will say this about Hale Mahina: it's bright. Half the buildings here are covered with windows, and the ones that aren't have solar panels that light up the streets at night. For a city called "House of the Moon", it's remarkably sun-centered.
It's a nice change, really.
She checks her things one more time. Her entire life is in these suitcases: pictures of herself and her family, the gadgets she's been working on, her mother's jewelry. They all smell like coal and oil, but she's lucky: her new family was kind enough to say she could keep them.
Her temporary guardian, Miss Deprankova, knocks on the door. "Mindy? Are you ready to go?"
Miss Deprankova leads her downstairs and down the tree-lined street. Mindy’s glad they don’t talk: she’s too focused on the way the stained-glass ceiling casts patches of red and blue on the cement.
Suddenly someone grabs her sleeve and pulls her aside. Mindy almost drops her bags to keep from falling, but manages to keep her balance.
The man wears a green cloak with a badge pinned onto it. “Who’re you, and where are you going?”
Miss Deprankova steps in. She smiles, then gently takes the man’s wrist and wrenches it off Mindy’s sleeve. “She is a Blackwatch refugee. A Hale Mahina guest. And where she is going is none of your business.”
The man glares at them both, but doesn’t argue. “Of course, Senator.”
He slinks away.
“Here, let me help you with that.” Miss Deprankova takes one of Mindy’s bags. “Why don’t we take a different route, hm?
Mindy’s new family is named Dewey. She’s met them only once, but they seem like nice people: the dad works on the city’s solar panels, the mom teaches at an art school, the daughter is a couple years older than Mindy and acts like she’s always been a big sister.
Mindy’s never been to their house, but from Tanisha’s descriptions it sounded like it would be hard to miss.
Especially out here, where there are no houses.
At all.
It’s another patch of farmland. There are hydroponic tanks beyond the rows of vegetables, but beyond that? The city ends.
On the other side of the dome, far away, is another dome. This one is filled with smoke. Mindy’s hometown.
For a moment she’s terrified that Miss Deprankova is going to send her back.
Then Miss Deprankova calls out, “Alexander!”
A man walks out from behind one of the tanks. He’s wearing the same kind of cloak as the man from earlier, but on him it looks more like a disguise than a uniform. “Lisa.”
He’s limping, Mindy realizes. She glances at Miss Deprankova -- Lisa? -- and back at Alexander.
“We don’t have much time,” Alexander says. “I was at the Blackwatch Military Academy. They’re training their recruits for the --” he looks at Mindy -- “training their new recruits.”
Miss Deprankova follows his eyes. “She deserves to know why she’s here.”
“Fine. But can we trust her, that’s the question.”
“We kind of have to, Alex,” Miss Deprankova says, and leaves it at that.
There’s a long moment of silence. Mindy takes a deep breath, focuses. Whatever they tell her, she’s ready to hear it.
Then Alexander says, “Mindy, your father didn’t die in an accident.”
"Star Wars?" "No." "Star Trek?" "No, Duncan" Duncan sighed as he put away the case. It was movie night for him and Matlida, yet they had spent the last 45 minutes trying to decide which movie to watch. Matlida sighed as she grabbed her backpack. "Speaking we have gone through your movie collection twice, I brought some of my own, let's see now, how about "The Fault in Our Stars." "Really Matilda, if you want to watch romance, how about we watch "Twilight"?" Duncan joked. Instead of the death glare he expected her to give him, she cracked into a smile' "Twilight? I thought you would never suggest it! Good thing I brought it!" Duncan sighed. This was going to be a long movie night. (AN: Happy Birthday Misha!)
This is sequel to Nightmares, but this time its in Ruby's PoV The title for this sucks, I know
Ruby noticed something wrong was Jackson, she had noticed it for about four months. When they were on a mission, she noticed he had bags under his eyes.
“Braceface have you been getting enough sleep?”
“What does that have to do with trying to dismantle a death ray?”
“Nothing”
Looking back on it she should have kept on asking, but they had to destroy a death ray in less than 20 minutes before it destroyed Budapest, so she couldn't keep on the topic. Even if she could, he probably wouldn't have talked to her about it, she hadn't been the nicest to him. Hell, she was surprised he even talked to her sometimes. The more she talked with the NERDS though, the more she noticed that others noticed.
Heathcliff had noticed that Jackson often made excuses to deny staying over night at his house, both Brand and Denaprova noticed that certain times he did look like he hadn't been sleeping much, if at all, and on the occasion she managed to talk to Hyena, she had said that she had noticed a little bit of makeup around his eyes, but before she could ask him about it, he had to go on a mission.
Something was wrong with him, but he wasn't letting on anything. It made her want to scream one of her teammates, no one of her friends, was hiding a secret, one that could, if she was right, could harm him, and he wouldn't even talk to her.
This one shot is dedicated to Wikighost, who is on temporary hiatus.
Jackson always had nightmares, every night, nonstop ever since he was 11. Ever since he had witnessed his moms murder, it had gotten worse ever since he joined N.E.R.D.S., he was doing stuff that could scar battle harden men at times.
He was almost afraid to go to sleep, he couldn't fall asleep, he would just pace around his room or read something until he passed out on his bed, usually this was around 1am. Then the nightmares would start.
It always began the same way, that day 3 years ago, his moms murder. He was in her office, just like always, they had the same conversation.
“Jackson would you please stop messing with that? It doesn't take much to damage it.”
“Okay Mom”
Then that fateful moment: a pounding at the door, his mom would walk over and look through a small peephole that was just above the knob and suddenly-
“Jackson, you need to hide.”
“Why Mom?”
“Just do it!”
“But Mom…”
“Jackson Henry Jones! You need to hide!”
Suddenly he was in the cupboards, the door cracked slightly open, a man dressed in black with a black ski mask on, holding a knife, Jackson watched as the man plunged the knife in his moms chest, over and over again. Blood covered everything, then suddenly the dream would change. This part was always different, sometimes it was him buried alive, sometimes it was people he was closest dead, strung up like puppets, and then again sometimes it was just surreal images flashing through his mind.
He woke up covered in sweat,his braces whirling, no matter if it was 5am or 6am, he could not go to sleep the rest of the night. Dark circles covered his eyes, he usually hid it with make up.
No one knew, Heathcliff, Brand, Mindy, Miss Denaprova, and Ruby had been close to finding out, but they never did. No one did, and they probably never would.
