We're Burning (Frerard)

6. The Simple Art of Breaking Down: a Guide By Gerard Way

Princess Frankie is my spirit animal

TW – I'm not gonna say anything to not spoil it, but check the synopsis.

Its not very descriptive but if you want you can ask in the comments and I'll just tell you what happened. Its not all of the chapter though, mostly you can tell what part is the TW.

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Sighing, Gerard took as many dirty plates as he could without dropping them. He was exhausted, both physically, emotionally and mentally. He was hungry and tired—his mid day nap doing nothing to ease the exhaustion but rather only increase it.

All he wanted was to finish cleaning the ballroom so he could go to bed. The other elves seemed to be sharing the feeling.

But of course, as humans were the pigs they were, they left so much to clean after them that Gerard wouldn't be surprised if it would take the elves at least three hours to clean the mess. Then they would barely get any sleep before they had to awake, and some of them won't be able to get up. And Gerard just might be one of those.

Gerard remembered the times he wasn't able to awake with the sun—he got beat so much during that time. The thought brought a shudder upon his sore body, and he heaved out a tired breath. He really hoped he would wake up on time tomorrow morning, he didn't want to get beat again.

His poor body eagerly agreed with him.

Gerard exited the ballroom, almost the whole castle was fast asleep by then, the occasional elf walking down a hallway. Most of them were in the ballroom, cleaning; some were in the kitchen washing the dishes, others were elsewhere wherever they were needed.

Suddenly, something crashed against Gerard, and he was sent stumbling forward. Two of the plates in his hands fell and shattered into pieces on the floor.

Gerard flinched and cursed quietly, his hands began trembling. He was already dreading the minute the chef would find out about the broken plates—he should clean the shards, he knew.

Gerard started leaning down but before he could do anything a hand grasped the back of his shirt and pushed him against the wall. Gerard yelped as his cheek collided harshly with it, all of the plates in his hands now on the floor and shattered. The cuffs of his shackles dug uncomfortably into his worn skin, his eyes widened with fear.

"You little slut," a voice hissed in Gerard's ear, and his panic him grew ten fold, overwhelming him as he recognized the voice. Bryar.

Gerard's heart beat painfully fast and hard against his ribcage, so fast that he was afraid it was going to explode. Although, his heart exploding seemed very appealing to him at the moment, with his back pressed into Bryar's front; specifically his crotch.

Bryar pushed his hips down on Gerard's ass and grunted. Gerard gasped, tears stung in his eyes and his arms pushed against the wall weakly: trying to escape Bryar's assault on his body. It did nothing, Bryar simply held tighter onto Gerard's hips, his fingers and fingernails digging into his skin.

Latching onto his waist Bryar turned Gerard around and slammed him against the wall. For a second, Gerard's vision blacked out from the crash of his head with the wall and he cried out in pain. Gravity being gravity, forced the tears out of his eyes, they slid down his cheeks, wet and pitiful.

"You're an elf, a slut. I can do whatever I want with you, and your precious fucking Prince can't tell me to do anything," Bryar spat, his words laced with fury and his breath stinking of alcohol as he thrust his filthy hands into Gerard's pants and under his underwear.