“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.”

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.”

“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.”

“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.”

Gerard was only thirteen when his mom dumped him and his brother off at the local group home. His mom was under the delusion that if she placed them with a foster care system, then they would go to a family that would actually be able to care for them. Yeah, it wasn’t the brightest plan. He felt like an idiot, because he felt like he was too old for this place. Surely, they would find him a place to be with Mikey. But it didn’t work out that way. Four years passed and even though people thought about adopting them, they never did. Gerard made sure of it, if only because it was the only way he would never be separated from Mikey. He knew why his mom didn’t want them. It was because she hadn’t known that she was having sex with a werewolf until her oldest son had shifted for the first time. After that, it had been a downward spiral of fights between his mom and dad, his dad walking out, and then his mom deciding that she didn’t even want her own kids, based solely on the fact that they were werewolves.