He is Gerard, and she is also Rapunzel.

High School AU based on the "I'm Not OK" video

“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.”

Prison AU.

Have you ever noticed that Frank's kind of...

Gerard stared. Frank bounced, grinning. "Do you even know anything about it? I mean, have you ever actually--" Frank's hands flew into the air. "Science project! That's the whole point! Learning something!"

"You know who else kiss each other all the time, Frank? People who are dating."

White House AU.

The kid looked up at him as he walked by. He had the biggest goddamn eyes Brian had ever seen; absolutely huge, dark lashes, tangled hair. Brian was pretty sure his parents wouldn’t have let him leave the house without at least washing his hair now and then. Parenting was getting pretty slack.

Spencer really wishes that "sorry, I had to slay this vampire" was an excuse he could actually use for not having finished his homework. It's not like it's not true. (AU in which the Panic boys are still in high school, and Spencer finds out he's destined to be a Slayer, a la the Buffyverse.)

‘The Way Brothers have all my favorite things--incest, prettiness, violence, wild habits, religious overtones, and unconventional family dynamics cemented by emotional bonds. All they need is guns.’

Various bandom men in slash parings at lamaze classes.

Frank and Mikey get turned into vampires and Frank's not sure he can deal with being a monster.

This is the slavefic. Boys in cages. AU. EPIC hurt/comfort (~200,000 words.) You have been warned. As [info]seimasin put it: this story definitely cannot be summed up in 100 words or less. Unless those words are "slaves! and shooting! and running! and angsting! and kissing! and more angsting! and a bunch of kids named Alex! did we mention the angst?

Jon and Spencer own a flower shop in a small town, and when the town’s pastor dies, Brendon comes to live with them and take over the job. Summerville’s full of people in love, and Brendon’s not immune to the town’s charms himself – when they’re in the form of a certain Sunday school teacher.

Before There Was A Name: It begins with two. Saturation: Jon decides it’s time to grow up. Even if that means living out of his car in Las Vegas. Standing Right Outside Your Door: Christmas-y AU. “Brendon,” Frank said slowly, “you’re not really considering making a life-changing decision based off a Will Ferrell movie, are you?” Brendon is an elf, tired of living at the North Pole, so he escapes to the least Christmas-like place he can think of…

It's, like, on the road... only, kinda, different.

Where Spencer and Ryan go on a vacation to the Caribbean, and get swept away to the 18th Century during the American Revolution.

The AU where Panic is a wedding band called The First Wives’ Club. Brendon named them. It’s okay though: Pete’s wedding band is called Lloyd Dobler’s Boombox, but only because it kind of stuck. Also MCR are the leaders of the enemy wedding band camp. Then Ryan makes a bet with Frank Iero because he’s bad at life like that, and suddenly they’re in a duel to the death. Or, a wedding band-off, since unfortunately their lives aren’t a sequel to Boyz N The Hood.

They're all running away, the problem is, can they survive until they get where they're going? An AU in which Mikey and Pete run a shelter, Spencer has Ryan, and Brendon has no one. At least not at first.

When Gerard realizes that he’ll never get with Lyn-Z after his friends let him know she’s into girls, there’s only one possible course of action: dress in drag and join her punk rock Dolly Parton cover band in hopes of wooing her. High school AU.

Jane Austen AU. There’s a wedding, heartache and matchmaking, and it all happens in the 19th century England. It all made perfect sense in my head.

Michael didn’t seem particularly shocked when Gerard approached him with the idea, but then, Gerard had never seen his younger brother look particularly shocked at anything. He merely looked at Gerard, blinked once or twice, and repeated in a flat tone, “You want me to help you dress up like a woman.” “It’s the stays in particular I think I’ll need help with,” Gerard told him. “Well, and buttoning the dress, and perhaps the wig.”

Brendon watches in a mildly horrified fashion as Spencer lifts the poster off the ground, his forehead crinkling as he looks it over. He thinks miserably about how all his plans for coolness are flying out the window as he sits there. He’s just about to resign himself to another four years of being shoved into lockers (or whatever the slightly snobby college equivalent is – Brendon shudders to think), but all Spencer says is “Huh.” Brendon doesn’t say anything, so Spencer starts reading out loud. “’Auditions are being held this weekend, the 29th and 30th of September, for the student drama society’s production of The History Boys.’ Cool.”

Fallen Angels!! My favorite thing ever!(seriously , you can ask my bff, I sort of have an obsession with them) This one is a little dark too, and turns some religious ideals on their ear, ( something else I am quite fond of!) Need more? How about a band with the Way brothers and Ryan Ross and Spencer Smith (could you die? ) I don't have the words for this, just that it grabbed ahold of me and wouldn't let go for a long long time.

“So after that, I started thinking—okay, maybe this place isn’t anything I ever heard about in school or church. But then again, maybe it is. Maybe this is Purgatory. And I always had the idea that Purgatory was kind of like prison, y’know, you gotta serve your sentence and the only thing that’s gonna get you out quicker is good behavior or having friends in high places. But maybe—maybe you don’t have to just sit around waiting for someone to tell you your sentence is up. Maybe Purgatory ends when you get yourself out of it.”

“Don't tell me I should be their manager,” Ryan says, glaring at the road. Pete pauses. “Ok. Well, I was about to, but I guess you already know.”

Frank is too short to be an elf. Sequel to Realms

Ten times Disney did it best.

“I think Ryan’s dead,” Brendon said, nodding solemnly. “I’m waiting for Frank to stop by, because I don’t want to be the one who finds his body.”

Bob is a good personal assistant (the best) and he definitely knows better than to fall in love with his boss. But when your boss is the goth-pop comic master of our time, Gerard Way, there's more to the job than keeping a datebook. There are appearances to shepherd him to, showers to make him take, and deadlines to remind him to meet. And, really, he's so earnest, it's not that surprising that a crush might develop. Just at tiny one.

Getting turned into a werewolf is not quite as awesome as Gerard thought it would be.

A mannerpunk!au, set in the capital city of Jersea, where society's finest mix and mingle. Mikey has just seen his brother and best friend off on their honeymoon when he learns he's to be married. His match is a sailing captain named Robert who brings along his butler Patrick and jealous best friend Brian. Through walks in the park and days in the library though, Brian and Mikey find they like one another more than they thought.

Wherein Bob does a good deed and is punished. Pete Wentz is now in his life, and with Pete come a myriad of things Bob had seen in that monster movie marathon last month (up to and sometimes including Patrick Stump, Joe Trohman, Andy Hurley, and Matt Cortez). And Brian still refuses to pay Bob what he’s worth. He wants top shelf, damn it, especially if he has to deal with Pete Wentz for the foreseeable future and deal with the pets of gods sprouting prophesies about something that should have been a myth. Then, just to make matters worse, Bob meets Frank Iero and his Gang of Incompetent Misfits. Sometimes Bob thinks he would have preferred to have been eaten in that alley. “Vampires exist. Werewolves, demons, shapeshifters, zombies, every terrifying monster you ever feared was hiding under your bed is real, and a lot of them want to eat you for dinner.” “Some of them even live under your bed!” Joe adds helpfully. "Just for the added convenience."

"What do you want for your birthday, Mr Smith?" "The Mona Lisa." "What...like the painting?" Nobody ever says no to Spencer. Even when he wants something crazy like The Mona Lisa. He collects a group of ten con artists, thieves and rogue government workers to pull off the biggest art heist in history. If it fails...well, Spencer doesn't think about things like that.

Sequel to Straight Up Chicago Style. : Six fucking a.m. in Chicago in October, and Gabe can’t believe he’d forgotten how much he missed this.

Bob owns a yarn/knitting shop, and falls into an intense friendship when some interesting girls open up a shop next door.

410. MCR Bob/Frank/Jamia WWII AU - (I am borrowing elements of this from someone else who may or may not wish to remain nameless) Frank and Jamia get married right before Frank goes off and gets killed in the war. Bob is wounded trying to save him and gets sent home. Jamia is pregnant, and Bob promised Frank he'd take care of her if anything happened to Frank, and they end up getting married. It's totally a ~marriage of convenience~ at first, but over time, they fall in love and it is slow and shy and full of guilty longing. BUT THEN it turns out Frank hadn't died, he'd been taken prisoner, and he's released when the war's over. He's starved and beaten and sick, and Jamia and Bob nurse him back to health, and there is stoic pining and people worried about honor and duty and thinking they're the fifth wheel. AND THEN A HAPPY THREESOME ENDING. *cough*

Alicia doesn't actually have any classes with the new girl, but she hears about her long before she sees her.

Wing!fic.

If not for Alicia, Mikey never would have stepped on to the ice, let alone become a figure skater. Now, over 15 years later, Vancouver is Mikey's last chance for Olympic Gold. If he doesn't get distracted by snowboarder Pete Wentz, that is.

Patrick loves the tentacle beds. Bob is not so sure.

The therapists said I was depressed. I was too exhausted to fight them on the diagnoses. That was what our little road-trip was about. Trying to find my Guide before I ended up in the New Jersey Center for Disturbed Sentinels. In reality, finding my guide didn't really matter to me anymore. All I wanted was to make sure Gerard found his Guide before her turned back to the drugs.

“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.”

Prison AU. Part 2 of Podfic.

"not!fic about Gerard the teenage failboat superhero: a Kick-Ass AU. Once upon a time, there was a group of teenage comic nerds, who were invisible to girls and sometimes got beaten up by the bigger kids. One of them had a thing about saving people, became a masked vigilante and got involved with an Italian mobster's son, and it all went downhill from there."

Gerard's fat fucking birds have fat fucking asses.

"Exactly what the title sounds like: a My Chemical Romance not!fic, featuring Frank Iero as the Prince of New Jersey's thriving Vending Machine Business."

He is Gerard, and she is also Rapunzel.

Saving And Being Saved: "Five boys and Battle School. Nobody is satisfied, but one can imagine Graff doesn't care." Fangs Up: "Someone finally takes notice of the fact that Gabe Saporta says he spoke to a snake." One Man Band: "It takes Spencer a while to figure it out, but he doesn't let it change how he behaves when he does." Patrick Stump's Strip Joint, or The One Where They're All Strippers Apart From Patrick Who Has Taken Up Handicrafts (Not Like That): "The one where they're all (pretty terrible) strippers, Patrick owns the strip joint, and his therapist has suggested he take up a hobby."