My Chemical Romance
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The Long Lost Daughter (Bandit Way fan-fiction) بقلم BuryYourHeart
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Bailey Leela Wayland has always felt weird around her family. She knew she was different. So, she thought she was adopted. Bailey loves bands, two of her favorite bands are Mindless Self Indulgence and My Chemical Romance. Bailey has heard of the long lost daughter of Gerard and Lindsey Way. Bailey and Bandit share the same birthday. But what happens after a trip to the store when she starts to notice a whole lot of things she never notice before. Can she be Bandit Lee Way? The long lost daughter?
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Asylum (Mcr Fic) بقلم unicorns_armpit
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/// Lets get something straight, known from the get-go, Im not crazy. Yes, I've been at the "crazy hospital" for about a year now... But Im fine. Im normal. /// Seven wakes up at the asylum one day convinced that she is crazy and to be cured. A new doctor Way arrives and she starts to realise somethings up. Will she ever leave? Is she way past ripe into rotten? January 2015
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The Paper Girl - Adopted by the Ways بقلم AdrenalineRush98
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Mitch's life seems to be a rock bottom, with no family and stuck in a school with egotistical bullies. But after a small twist of fate, Mitch ends up with more work than planned and meets her dream family.
Forgetful بقلم LoveFromLetterbomb
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Picture this; It's pre-Black Parade era and Mikey Way has just been diagnosed with early onset Alzheimerz. There's no hope to regain his memory and he has six months to live. What does he do? He writes letters. Letters to his brother and his friends, an attempt to redeem some of his many regrets that he has had over the years.
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Never coming home 2 بقلم Sophiep1995
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Months after being kidnapped and helping her friends escape, Sophie is still in what she calls hell. Things have got worse and she's on the edge of going insane. Will her friends rescue her? Or will she be stuck with them till she dies?
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Just Two Outcasts [Frerard] بقلم TribeTwelve
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Just a simple Frerard, written by a boring Bass Therapist.
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Never coming home... بقلم Sophiep1995
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Vaccations are fun right? Well not this one. After Sophie drove into the desert and took the wrong route they all get lost. A storms coming and they all need a place to rest. They see a house and go to check it out only to find the band that used to be My Chemical Romance living there. After staying the night and finding strange things happen, will they ever be able to leave?
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The Institute (Frerard) بقلم deathtodestiny
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Frank Iero has just started work at Glenside Mental Institute, New Jersey. All seems easy enough, until he's assigned to the new patient, Gerard Way. [only read if you canstand chapters shorter than frank himself]
Letters To Gerard. [Frerard] بقلم therevengeparade
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"Gerard, what's going on? Gerard, please. Gerard, I need you. Gerard, stop this. I can't do this without you. What's happening? Please. Just listen to me." -------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Warning: may be triggering for some individuals]
Human Wreckage -MCR Fanfic- بقلم xXChemicalSkeletonXx
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-REWRITTEN/EDIT THE ENTIRE STORY ON 7/24/17- Coughing, the smoke swirled in front of me as beams of black and white flashing lights raced across my vision, disappearing as quickly as they had appeared. My lungs ached as they tried to pull in clean oxygen, my eyes straining to see through the grey haze. Once the smoke dissipated some, I could see we had appeared in the middle of a road. It was cracked and full of potholes, the yellow lines coated with dirt and grime from over the years it seemed. Taking a better look around, it looked like a bomb had gone off and I was witnessing the remainders of a city.