band one-shots

when the sun goes black || killjoy!frerard

idk if this is entirely accurate because i only read the killjoys comic once and i don't remember shit but i'm very very proud of this uwu

ship: frank iero x gerard way // party poison x fun ghoul

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They're lost.

Maybe Party Poison should've been paying a little bit more direction to where exactly their feet were headed, but when you're running for your fucking life, you don't take note of whether you turned east or west. He seemed to be a couple miles south of where he'd been headed, according to his mediocre inner compass.

Those goddamn Draculoids. Chasing him in the wrong direction was such an inconvenience.

He was trying to calculate exactly how long they'd been running, carry the 2, divide by the 7, when his sleeve was pulled. Well maybe not pulled, a more accurate description was probably yanked.

The short boy who was nicknamed Fun Ghoul stands in front of him. It's almost impressive that he managed to keep up, running with such tiny legs. His fingers grip Party's sleeve as he speaks.

"Where's the rest?"

Party halts his calculations. "What are you talking a- You mean the other Killjoys?" Shooting a look around the desert, he shrugs offhandedly. "Probably back there. I'm sure they're fine."

"What if they're not?"

"Then they're not. And there ain't shit we can do about it." Party rustles around in his pockets, apparently looking for something but neglecting to find it. A discontented expression settles onto his face as he remembered something. "My brother's back there."

"Which one is he?" Ghoul didn't take the time to learn most of the rebels' names. None of them were even their real names, so he really didn't see a point.

"Goes by Kobra Kid. Blond hair."

A faint memory resurfaces in Ghoul's brain. "Oh. I'm sure he's okay. The Draculoids only went after us, right?"

"But if they could find us, then surely they can find him." Panicked, Party starts twisting his hands nervously. "He can't run as fast as us. He's too slow, he'll never outrun them."

"He'll be fine, stop worrying." Ghoul mutters. He kicks at the ground, watching the dusty sand drift up into the wind. It swirls into patterns before disappearing into oblivion, and he becomes mesmerized, doing it again and again.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Party frowns.

"Nothin'." Ghoul folds his hands behind his back and plants his feet into the dirt. "Just distracted. You want us to head back and get your brother?"

"If he's not already dead." Party twirls a strand of red hair around his finger and unzips the backpack on his shoulder. "Yeah. We should wait until tomorrow though." He pulls out a water bottle and takes a swig.

Before Ghoul can object, he sees the setting sun in the distance. Soon their surroundings will be bathed in darkness. Tomorrow is their best shot for traveling. He digs around in his own backpack, producing some blankets.

"It gets cold out here."

Party holds up a hand before Ghoul can lay them down. "No wait-" He pulls a tarp from his backpack and sets it down. "There. So they don't get dirty."

The blankets are already dusty and smeared with chemicals but Ghoul is touched by the gesture. He allows a smile to streak across his face momentarily and lays the blankets down. He sits down and Party follows suit.

The red-haired boy offers him a sip of his water bottle, but Ghoul declines. Party slides a little closer to him, only temporarily put off.

"What's your real name?"

"Does it matter?" Ghoul spits. Nothing is real anymore. They're in the middle of a fucking desert, running from the government, and it doesn't feel real to him. Anything from before is fake, because it doesn't exist anymore. He doesn't exist anymore.

"I'll tell ya mine." Party pulls his knees up to his chin. "It's Gerard."

It's a boring name compared to the vibrant, brightly clothed boy that Ghoul knows now. But he nods slowly and relents. "Mine was Frank." It doesn't compare either. Neither of them live up to the name they were born with. Instead they've created a new identity, one that is colorful and angry.

Ghoul keeps talking. "But Frank is dead now, he doesn't exist. He ended when BL/ind took over.  He's not real. I'm not. Neither are you."

"I think we're real." Party counters. "I bet Frank still exists. He's somewhere in there."

A breeze blows over them as night settles in and Ghoul pulls the blanket around his shoulders tighter. "I don't know how to find him."

"I already found him." Party presses his body against Ghoul's, letting their lips touch. Ghoul melts into it, even though it goes against his inner conscience. It's freezing around them, and the air particles are frigid, but they're content and warm.

The sun sets behind them and fades into a cool blackish-blue tone that overtakes the whole sky.

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yo i said i was gonna update this twice a week with an updating schedule and that actually worked for 2 weeks but now i'm on summer break and my mental health is shit and i can't be consistent anymore oops i'm still gonna update this as much as i can though don't worry 😎