a collection of petekey stories
this is purely for my own comfort, I mean no harm to Pete or Mikey's family. I'm writing this simply because I find comfort in shipping them and I can use it to vent my own feelings in a safe way.
a/n for starters, this is loosely inspired on a picture of pete and desolation row mikey :) the picture of pete is up there ^
And here is Mikey :)
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There is some smut at the end
let's get into it
3rd person-
Peter Wentz was not your average priest, in fact- he wasn't really a priest at all. Pete Wentz was a five star killing machine masked by the desperate cries of devoted christians in time of need.
That was the thing about religious people, when something bad happens to them, they do not question it, they simply pray to their silly god and have stupid faith that he would save them.
Pete didn't like that. It made him sick to his stomach to watch the mind control, seemingly throwing all sanity out of the window just for hope.
Another thing that Pete didn't like, the newly imported laws, suppressing the public for the "favor of god" making sure no one truly had any rights. All Pete wanted to do was make things normal again, he wanted the people to be free.
So what is it if a few corrupt politicians have to die for the people to be free?
Pete was standing in his bedroom, straightening the fake priest collar that he had found on amazon for only a few dollars. He made his hair look at least half way presentable, seemingly hard as he had woken up late and was unable to straighten it fully this morning. His natural curls framing his face in an erratic way, that made it almost look like he had gotten fucked in the ass just minutes before. Once finished with his appearance, deciding that he looked holy enough, he grabbed a pistol, his knife, a cheap Bible and a bottle of holy water which he had filled with vodka, just for a little celebration after another successful kill. Once everything was set, he was off, on his way to another unsuspecting victim.
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Mikey Way, underground punk star, best fuck and best punch out of the entire revolution. Mikey, also happened to be related to Gerard Way, the "show whore" of the Iero underground project. His older brother, was in cahoots with the Iero family way before the whole public suppression even begun. Dating the little Frankie bastard since junior high, Mikey didn't mind though, as long as Gee was happy, Mikey would be too.
"You hear about all of those politicians dying, Mikes?" Gerard spoke up suddenly, flipping through a week or two old newspaper and smoking a cig.
"No, I haven't, the government pulling a clandestine mission to kill all of the representatives for the people?" Mikey asked, knowing that the "good" politicians would sometimes disappear in a matter of weeks of them actually getting somewhere with the government.
"Mikey, someone's killing the bad guys," Gerard looked at Mikey with a strange hope in his eyes, the first the younger had seen in a while.
