Frerard Oneshots

Painted Hearts

A/N I think this is my favourite so far..

The art studio was a sanctuary of creativity, filled with the scent of paint and the colors of countless emotions splashed across canvases. Gerard stood before an unfinished painting, his brush poised in his hand as he stared at the canvas, lost in thought.

"Hey, Gerard, what's cookin'?" Frank's voice rang out, breaking through Gerard's reverie.

Gerard turned to see Frank leaning against the doorway, a playful grin on his lips. "Just trying to capture a feeling, you know?"

Frank stepped closer, his eyes dancing with curiosity. "Mind sharing the feeling?"

Gerard chuckled, setting the brush down. "It's like... when you find someone who colors your world, even in the darkest of times."

Frank's grin softened into a tender smile. "Sounds like something worth painting."

"Maybe." Gerard's gaze held a certain vulnerability as he met Frank's eyes.

Frank's fingers brushed against a palette smeared with a rainbow of colors. "Can I?"

Gerard nodded, and Frank dipped his fingers into the paint, choosing a shade of red. Gently, he pressed his fingertip to the canvas, leaving behind a heart-shaped mark.

Gerard watched in awe as Frank repeated the process with different colors, creating a kaleidoscope of painted hearts. Each heart seemed to hold a piece of their shared history, a collage of moments only they could understand.

As Frank painted, Gerard's fingers found their way to a brush, and he began adding his own touches to the canvas. With every stroke, their emotions spilled onto the surface, a language that transcended words.

When they finally stepped back, the canvas was a symphony of colors, hearts, and unspoken love.

Frank surveyed their masterpiece, his voice a whisper. "It's like a map of our journey."

Gerard nodded, his heart swelling with a mixture of gratitude and affection. "It's our story, told in colors and brushstrokes."

Frank turned to Gerard, his eyes tender and sincere. "You know, I think you've captured that feeling perfectly."

Gerard's fingers found their way to Frank's, their hands entwining as they stood before the canvas that held their shared world. And in that moment, they realized that love could be expressed not just in words or actions, but in the art they created together.

As the sun set outside, casting a warm glow over the studio, Gerard and Frank remained, their hearts painted onto the canvas and intertwined in a masterpiece of their own making.

I hope you enjoyed this one too! Feel free to let me know if you have more requests or if there's anything else I can help you with.