Frerard Oneshots

Where Our Hearts Lay

The cool air of the night surrounded me as I walked next to my boyfriend, his hand wrapped tightly around mine, preventing me from getting too cold.

If it hadn't been for the quarter moon's faint light and the familiarity of the path I'm sure I would have stumbled quite a bit due to not being able to see where we were headed. Thin clouds occasionally floated in front of our view to the moon, but it was mostly clear night. There were even a few stars twinkling from their place in the sky, burning rocks filled with dust that was once used as nature's map.

I looked over to him, my boyfriend, my love, my own moon, and stars. Gerard Way. I could barely see his beautiful features in the darkness, but I could see his eyes glow, the eyes that I'd spent so many hours studying every speck of color in.

He noticed my gaze on him and glanced down at me, giving me a small smile and squeezing my hand gently, the action jumpstarting my heart.

We both turned our attention back to the path in front of us just as we reached our destination. A small lake glistened in the center of a field that was surrounded by birch trees of various sizes bordering the perimeter, almost as if they grew simply to shield us from the outside world. It was a private place, our own secret that no one else knew existed. We'd been here so much that the path we followed on the way here was formed simply due to us walking over it again and again. I'm not sure how we found it, but somewhere in my mind memories of a shared stressful day had led us here without any conscious consolation or communication between us. Ever since then it had become our place, our corner of the world that was tucked away and hidden under a mass of sparse trees. We didn't even have to ask the other if we wanted to come here, it was just an automatic routine.

I sighed and made my way over to the side of the lake, pulling Gerard with me. We sat down next to each other right before I felt his arms wrap around my stomach and pull me into his lap. My back molded against his chest and his legs guarded mine against the outside. The lake was still except for occasional fish that swam to the water's surface, grazing the top of the rest of the world before disappearing back under the waters, leaving only ripples in the lake as evidence of their presence.

I lived for the times like this; the security of my lover protectively curled around me, and the peace of the night. It was something I didn't believe many people experienced without taking it for granted. They became so used to the world around them, and the people they loved and were lucky enough to live with that they didn't appreciate them.

Love had been all too rare in my life, so when a greasy, black-haired boy crashed into me with trembling hands and a shaking voice, I knew not to let my defensive and menacing punk exterior scare him off. His kind heart and goofy character had my attention from the start. Our aligned interests gave us something to bond over, and his quirky comments entertained me.

Eventually, I started to show my attraction to him by landing multiple compliments and finding every excuse possible to always either be near or touching him. I truly fell for him one night when I could no longer contain the broken pieces inside me that cut me open like broken glass. He found me in the witching hour and showed me his own shards. It was accepted in a form known only to us, that within time showed us how to help each other grow and heal.

I was pulled from my mind when I felt his breath on the side of my head. "Frankie?" He whispered out, his voice piercing the air around us.

"Yes, my love?"

"Don't ever leave me okay?" He requested, and the shock that ran through me would've pushed me backward had he not been behind me. I was almost offended at his query. Had I not shown him all the love that I had for him? Had I not proven my loyalty and devotion to him?