Reccing x 100on LiveJournalThis is actually a trilogy. I'll link them all individually.
Title: The Negotiation Limerick File.
Author: passe_simpleRating: PG-13.
Type: Three parts, complete.
Fandom: My Chem/Panic! at the Disco.
Word Count: ~27,500.
Pairings: Frank/Gerard and Ryan/Brendon, but these totally
aren't romances.
Summary: Panic and My Chem are both still in their bands. Brendon is at a venue and somehow manages to walk into a room where Gerard and Frank are standing with guns and they tell him they're spies otherwise they'd have to kill him and Brendon enlists like an excited toddler.
Excerpt:“Brendon,” said Gerard, in his serious, women-are-underrepresented-in-the-media voice. “My Chemical Romance isn’t just a band. We’re saving the world.”
“Right,” Brendon nodded quickly. “You’re all ‘don’t do drugs,’ and ‘respect the gay people.’ That’s awesome.”
“No,” said Gerard, “I mean we’re
saving the
world. We’re a band, but it’s also a convenient way to travel. People expect us to go all over the place so no one’s surprised when we fly to New Zealand or Japan or D.C. all of a sudden. We work for the government.”
“Cool! That is so – Wait.” Brendon blinked a couple of times. “Isn’t… Doesn’t the current administration kind of go against everything you normally say you stand for? So that’s really, really cool, but a little hypocritical. Uh, are they going to shoot me?” He waved uncertainly at the gun-toting suits. They were easily twice the size of a normal human each, even if Brendon did spend most of his time with the skinniest guys in the entire universe.
My take;I don't know if I could actually call this crack-fic because the way it's written it actually seems totally
plausible. It's funny and so incredibly well-written. Very smart. Also, My Chem totally takes the piss out of Panic the whole thing.
Title: The Grasshopper Unit.
Author: Same.
Rating: PG-13.
Word Count: ~10,000.
Type: Two chapters, completed.
Pairings: Same with implied Joncer.
Summary:Mikey makes a device out of a toaster that breaks and turns Panic into small children, ages 4-6, which is really inconvenient seeing as how both bands are supposed to somehow stop world hunger the next day.
Excerpt:There was a giggle in the closet. A really loud, happy, ridiculous giggle.
“Brendon,” said Bob immediately, and slid the door open.
There were three more kids in the closet. Bob ignored Spencer’s outraged noise to make sure Mikey’s machine hadn’t accidentally given anyone two noses or three arms. They looked just about like he’d expected; Brendon was sitting cross-legged and covering his mouth with both hands, all big eyes and smothered giggles. Ryan was as far back into the corner as he could get, knees drawn up and biting his lip, staring at Bob with huge, scared eyes. Jon was sitting next to him, holding his hand, looking pretty mellow about the whole thing.
“Tag, you’re it!” Brendon burst out, smacking Bob on the knee, and scrambled to his feet. He was out the door and past the grownups standing there before anyone else could react.
“Brendon! You have to stay with us!” Spencer yelled, and took off after him.
Frank laughed so hard he staggered a little bit, and Gerard had to support him with one arm. “I’m gonna go get them,” said Frank, running after them into the hotel suite.
My take;I actually read this one first and it's my favorite 'cause... c'mon. Fucking Babies! at the Disco. What's not to love? Brendon is adorable and Ryan is quiet and Spencer is stubborn and Jon is "not a baby".
And Frank is hyper like a kid, but it's well-written and not like he thinks Skittles are crack.
Title: What Comes Around.
Author/Rating: Same.
Bandom: Same but with some FBR crossovers, like Greta Salpeter and Victoria Asher.
Pairings: Same but with added Joncer.
Word Count: ~17,000.
Type: Two parts, completed.
Summary:Spencer has some issues with Jon, but he's too busy to worry about them because people are trying to kill his band.
Excerpt:"I'm gonna check on Jon," said Spencer.
"What?" Ryan squawked. "Don't you dare."
Spencer had to. Jon might be hurt or dead or anything, and he wouldn’t let Ryan or Brendon get hurt to check on him. "Shut up," said Spencer. "Bren, when they start shooting—"
"I have you covered," said Brendon confidently. Spencer wished he could see Brendon, to grin at him. "You fucking moron," Brendon went on, and Spencer could hear the eye-roll. "You're gonna get hurt."
"Nah," said Spencer, with certainty he didn't feel. "Okay, on three."
"Don't you
fucking dare—" Ryan yelled.
"One, two, three," said Spencer, swallowed hard, and rolled out into the hall.
There was a spray of bullets, but they hit the wall over his head. And then Brendon was behind him, shooting back, half out in the hall while Ryan yelled at both of them for being unbelievably stupid in his most hysterical tone.
My take;This one isn't my favorite, but only because I'd rather have Ryden that Joncer.
It's still really well-written and there's a scene with Brendon that made my life complete.