Frerard Oneshots

A Melody Of Secrets

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Hii! So, this is a collection of Frerard oneshots, not sure how many more there will be. Hope you enjoy :)

The moonlight cast a soft, silver glow over the darkened room as Gerard sat on the edge of his bed, strumming a melancholic tune on his acoustic guitar. Frank was perched on the windowsill, gazing out at the city lights below, his thoughts drifting like the wisps of smoke from his cigarette.

"Hey, Gee," Frank finally spoke, his voice low and introspective.

Gerard looked up from his guitar, meeting Frank's gaze. "Yeah?"

"Do you ever feel like there's something you want to say, but you can't find the words?" Frank's eyes held a hint of vulnerability, a question that had been lingering in the shadows.

Gerard set the guitar aside and patted the spot beside him on the bed. "Come here."

Frank hopped off the windowsill and settled next to Gerard. They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of unspoken emotions hanging in the air.

"You know," Gerard began softly, "sometimes, music can say things that words can't."

Frank turned to look at Gerard, curiosity flickering in his eyes.

Gerard's fingers brushed over the strings of the guitar, producing a gentle, haunting melody. As the notes filled the room, it was as though the guitar was translating the unspoken feelings that lingered between them.

Frank listened, his eyes never leaving Gerard's fingers as they danced across the strings. The music was bittersweet, a reflection of the unspoken longing they both carried.

"You wrote this?" Frank asked when the melody finally faded.

Gerard nodded. "Yeah. I guess it's a way of saying what I can't put into words."

Frank's lips curved into a small, understanding smile. "You always have a way of getting to the heart of things, don't you?"

Gerard chuckled softly. "Maybe."

As the room embraced them in its gentle stillness, Gerard set the guitar aside and turned to face Frank. Without a word, Frank leaned in, capturing Gerard's lips in a kiss that held years of friendship, shared moments, and the unspoken truths they'd both been holding onto.

When they finally pulled away, Gerard whispered, "Maybe we don't need words all the time."

Frank rested his forehead against Gerard's, his fingers finding Gerard's. "Maybe you're right."

In the quiet of the night, their fingers entwined, their unspoken melody continued to play, a testament to the depth of their connection.

And in that moment, in the soft glow of moonlight, they found solace in the music of their hearts.

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Well, there you go, that's the first one. I really hope you enjoyed <3