Gay band one shots

Frerard- Ghost with a beating heart

I AM SORRY!! Once again I vanished, but I was graduating, and then I was painting the house. I'm so so sorry I went missing, but I'm trying to get back on a regular updating schedule. 

It's summer vacation now, and I am very happy, so I again, hope my updates will become more regular.

This is a request from @HedwigProngs and its for a ghost Frank and Vampire Gerard, who fight all the time, and eventually fall in love.

Enjoy!!! Leave requests, so I can get right back on track to you guys forgiving me for being gone so long!

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**Gerard's P.O.V**

   So, vampires are real.

   Ghosts are real too.

   And most of the time, we get along.

   I am Gerard way. A famous, wealthy vampire. I've made a living as a singer/ songwriter. See, there is one certain ghost, who pisses me off, more then anything. 

   He has a beating heart, which is something all vampires wished they had. But they have no soul, which is something we have that they want. Besides that, we both look human. Most ghosts and vampires are able to look it over that need for what they don't have and are able to enjoy each others company.

   But I can't. I don't know why, but I can't bring myself to have a single conversation, without it ending in a huge fight.

   "Gerard, this is so stupid." Mikey, my brother, scolds. I had gone to a dinner party recently, where Frank and I had another squabble. I mean, he was extremely attractive. Black hair, pale skin, then a beautiful tattooed body...

   But I still fucking hate him for the heart that he had. He hated me for my soul.

   "You and him are going to have lunch together! That's final. I'm so angry right now." He snarls. He thrusts a book at me, and even my super speed didn't allow me to catch it before it collided with my face.

   "I'm sorry-"

   "Read the book." He says, and leaves the room. The book had a picture of a vampire and ghost, and the title was, 'Souls trapped, hearts broken.'

   Bye Frank Iero.

   I sigh, and open it, getting lost in the world of Frank's book.

**Time skip**

   I hear the door open, which surprises me. There was arguing, and suddenly, Frank falls into the room, and a line of salt is placed in front of the door. Now, the only thing vampires and ghosts have in common is that we can be trapped in a room with salt. And only the person, ghost, or human can move the salt, but only if they put it down on the floor.

   Frank stares at the door step, then whines pathetically, sitting on the floor and burring his face in his knees.

   "Um... Frank, are you okay?" I ask. He nods. "I read your book." I say. His head shoots up, and he whimpers. 

   "That book was a mistake." He says sharply. I feel a twinge of anger. It shouldn't be considered a mistake, because I found it so beautiful, but come to think about it... His books were almost everywhere, but I had never seen this one.

   "Regardless of what anyone else says, I find it really beautiful." I say, opening the curtains so we could have some light.

   "I thought vampires burned in the light." He says.

   "That's a myth." I say with a chuckle, and sit in front of him.

   "So, Frank... Why do we always fight..?" I ask. He looks up at me and chuckles.

   "I am an asshole sometimes."

   "Me too. I don't mean to be.... I just wish I had a heart, sometimes." I say, but it comes out as a pathetic whisper. Like a little boy admitting he's done something wrong. "You're book was still beautiful. I think people don't like it because it's deep. It's hard for them to wrap their heads around it." I pause. "It scares them.

   "Scares them?" He asks, looking all nervous and maybe on the verge of being angry.

   "Well, it's just the concept. I understand what you said about the soul, because I have one, and I understand what it feels like, but I don't understand whats said about the heart, because I don't have one and I can't think of how it feels for those things you said." I say quietly, and his eyes flicker in surprise.

   "Well, when you have a heart, you can't help but feel things for other people. People that you don't quite know, or you feel the pain of their past. Heartless ones can still feel love, but we know exactly what they are trying to hide. Well, not everything, but we know when they want to hid something." Frank explains, then blinks out of his rant daze. "That sounded crazy." He laughs, his smile stretching across his face, and he giggles.

   "No it didn't." I whisper. "I understand it now." I say. He blushes, a few strands of black hair falling in front of his eye. I slowly reach forward, now on my knees and one hand by his hip. I take the other hand and push away the hair.

   "I- I didn't mean to ramble." He whispers. My face was close to his and I blush and smiles at him.

   "You didn't ramble." I whisper. "Besides, your rambling is cute."

   "You hate me." He says then he blushes and coughs a quiet little humorless laugh. "You don't hate me... But are you scared... Of love?"

   "I am... But with you, I think you can keep me from breaking your heart if you don't trap my soul." I say quietly. He smiles at me, and our lips touch. The kiss was shy. It was full of this timidness that made us scared. I plant my lips a little firmer on him, and wrap an arm around his waist. I pull him close, setting him on my lap. He whimpers, grabbing my shirt.

   "You're my little ghost." I whisper. I stroke his arm. "I thought ghosts were cold."

   "A myth, baby." He coos, and kisses me again.

   I didn't need anymore proof that we were meant for each other."

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