"I wish I had you in Carrickfergus, only for nights in Ballygrand..." Gerard and Frank had always been more than friends. Even when no one around then would understand their love. But when they have to try to blend in, will their connection be able to withstand time?

"My boy builds coffins all day, but it's not just for work and isn't for play." Gerard is coffin maker, making his last coffin.

Party Poison loved Fun Ghoul more than anyone could ever know. He'd do anything to protect him. But if he can't save Fun Ghoul, he'll do anything to avenge him.

-REWRITTEN AS OF 9/15/2025- He'd feel so much better...just one bottle...if he could keep control of himself... "Gerard. Please? Lemme help you." "I'm ..I-I'm sorry Frankie." Because he truly was. Frank was the one who mostly helped take care of him when he was at the lowest. Minus Mikey of course. But Frank was the one who held Gerard after he had vomited and was too weak to help himself sit upright. He was the one who took the brunt of the anger when Gerard lashed out as the withdrawls wrecked his pathetic body. Never once leaving him alone or taking anything personally. Now here Gerard was, alcohol in hand and ready to just toss all of that away.

He felt like a predator chasing after his prey. His blood coated hand grabbed onto the back of Gerards shirt and he had him pinned to a tree in seconds. They stared at each other,Gerard shaking in fear and Frank with a cold expression.

AU one shot where Frank and Gerard meet on a train.

Gerard tries to make amends with a seething Frank.

Frank reflects back on memories of that one boy with coffee colored hair and playground eyes.

Gerard storms out after an argument with Frank and Frank spends the night reminiscing over the things he and Gerard have been through. This is an angst-filled Frerard that's mostly told in Frank's POV. **Possible trigger warning due to scenes with blood and sadness.

The Pocket Universe Effect - the feeling that nothing else outside your little bubble of reality can quite matter at all. One am on a Friday in June, admist quiet neighbourhoods of New Jersey, the Ieros are away on a night out and Frank and Gerard are sprawled out across Gerard's green anorak, without the capacity to care about anything other than the night sky and the way the stars reflect in each other's eyes.