Oneshots (Frerard, Pikey/Petekey)

Frerard (fluff)

Frank's pov

I forced myself to open my eyes after waking up to the sound of movement around the house. I was taken aback, seeing Gerard lying on my floor. He'd forgotten to take his medicine again. I sighed quietly to myself, rubbing my eyes awake and getting out of bed. I walked infront of him and squatted down. "Gerard," I called in a slightly firm but also soft voice. He squeezed his eyes shut, covering his ears with his hands while curled up. I looked down at him before going to grab my headphones and my phone. I connected it before turning around. Gerard was now on his knees with his head on the floor, trying to grip onto nothing. I could hear him begin to cry, quickly putting the headphones on him and playing some songs that calmed him down. He slowly looked up, shaking. His tears were full of tears as he looked up at me. I knelt down and opened my arms, seeing him slowly but also hesitantly crawl to me. I allowed him to touch me, knowing it proved to him I was real. He quickly start sobbing even more, throwing his arms around me. "Frank.. Frank their-" "I know, I know. It's okay. You're safe with me, it's gonna be okay. I'm real okay? Everything you're seeing isn't. Just close your eyes and focus on the music and your breathing okay?" I cooed as I stroked his back. I held his trembling and cold body for a few minutes, allowing him to cry over my shoulder.

He sniffled, looking up and at me. I wiped his tears away, feeling my heart drop seeing him like this. He started touching my face and my hair, and I couldn't help but chuckle slightly. He cupped my face, rubbing my cheek with his thumb. "Come on, let's go downstairs okay?" "Okay.." I carefully picked him up as he held onto me tightly, resting his head on my chest. I walked downstairs to the kitchen to get his medicine and water. I slowly set it on the table before placing Gerard on the couch. I sat down beside him, feeling him put his head on my shoulder. I reached to grab his medicine and water before handing it to him. He sat up and looked at me, frowning. "Please baby, it'll make them all go away okay? I know it tastes bad, but you have to," I pleaded. Gerard was sceptical, but I managed to convince him to eat it. I watched as he downed it, gagging right after. I held him back as he covered his mouth with his hand. He placed the cup back on the table before lying down on my lap, cuddling with my arm. I soothed him with my free hand, giving him light kisses once in awhile. I was startled when he suddenly sat up and stared at me. One of his hands were on my leg, and he just kept staring at me like some lost puppy before kissing me. He pushed himself onto my lips slightly, but it didn't bother me. I kissed him back, cupping his face with one hand while my other hand made its way over his. We held that kiss for awhile before I finally pulled away.

We both took a moment to catch our breath, and I could hear Gerard panting slightly. He sat on my lap and wrapped his arms around me, causing my hands to do the same instinctively. We stared into each other's eyes before he leaned in again. I knew he wasn't in heat or anything, and kisses were his way of thanking me as he was afraid of speaking after hallucinating. I never understood it, but didn't question it either. I gave him a small peck on the lips after we pulled away, smiling. He took the headphones off and put them aside, hugging me tightly. "I love you," I whispered, kissing his neck. He giggled, my hair brushing up against him as I turned my head. I slowly stood up and turned around, putting him down and sitting on the floor between his legs. I looked up at him and smiled, taking his hands and putting them on my head. He ruffled with my hair, playing with it as he slowly started to smile. I looked straight and turned on the television, switching to his favourite show. I could feel him tap my shoulder and reach his hand out, and I held it. I didn't care how long I'd have to keep my arm up no matter how tiring it was, knowing Gerard loved holding hands. I would rub his hand and kiss it from time to time, and seeing him kick his feet just made me more relieved.

Eventually, I heard him yawn and looked up. "You wanna go to bed now?" "But what if they're still there?" "I won't let them hurt you, I'll punch them!" I assured him playfully, punching air and pretending I was beating up the hallucinations. He chuckled, but nodded. I turned off the television and got up. I gave him a quick kiss before picking him up again and making my way upstairs. I walked towards his room, but he quickly realized and started shaking his head vigorously and shoved his head into my chest. He started mumbling something I couldn't understand or hear well as it was muffled, but quickly turned and started walking to my room. I tried to place him down, but he refused to look up or let go. "Gerard it's okay, we're in my room," I nudged him. He cautiously looked up and quickly let me go. I turned on the night lamp for him and tucked him in, giving him a kiss before wishing him goodnight. He tugged at my shirt as I started walking away. "No.. no please don't leave me alone again.." "I won't, I'll be right here beside you on the floor." "No.. nonononono wait p-please don't," he sounded like he was about to start crying again, and I sighed as I got into bed with him. I laid on the very edge, making sure he had space. "You got enough space?" "Mhm," he smiled, satisfied. I was practically off the bed, but I didn't want Gerard to feel worse again after I finally cheered him up. My bed was tiny as fuck and was only for one person, but what choice did I have? I gave him a kiss on the forehead as he cuddled with me. I made sure he'd fallen asleep before allowing myself to do the same.