Frank Iero liked to prove people wrong, he proved his family wrong by going to college, he proved his professors wrong by finishing it- but he has never been able to prove himself wrong. So when he is offered a job to get him off the streets and out of the gutter he says 'Why not?' but will his closed off attitude clash with his boss? Gerard Way is an artist, the type of artist that is introvert and a coffee addict, an artist that lives and breathes his passion. But now he is lost in a world of black, he hates being poked and pushed by doctors and he had given up all hope of ever getting out of the consuming void he finds himself in. But with a new person in his life will he begin to see things a little more brighter, or will he be left broken hearted?

**HONOR AWARDS 1ST PLACE FANFICTION** Frank's life changed forever when he was 22 years old. And it will never be the same again. Two unbelievable, inexplicable events occured, driving off any normalicy in Frank's life. One good. One bad. But both of them crazy. Insane. Firstly a mysterious, morbid string of murders occured in Frank's town, just metres from his house. The victims were mutilated, slits cut along their bodies. The area fell into panic, the press labelling the serial killer as 'America's Ripper'. The second crazy thing was less of a thing, and more of a person. Gerard Way. An abnormally charming, strangly confident outcast that made it his duty to befriend Frank. But Frank has never met anyone like Gerard, and he starts to fall for him. Together, the two of them must face the menace that haunts the neighborhood, and find out if their relationship will break or hold strong. "Fire tests gold" ((Trigger warnings: Swearing, mild violence/gore))

Vegas, great place, nice weekend in the world famous Las Vegas, what more could you want? Frank plans to spend a busy weekend away in Las Vegas, gambling, drinking and getting laid. Easy really, gamble, get pissed, get laid. One thing everyone forgot to tell him, it's easy to get carried away. The biggest rule: Don't drink too much, you might land a little more than your bargined for; like a husband? Marriage turns out to be a lot harder to end than Frank had thought - his parents had done it pretty easily - especially when his husband wants to avoid divorce at all costs. Everything he once knew is changed when he's married to an artist, two people really couldn't be quite as different. But is being different a bad thing? Is being married as bad as Frank had originally thought? Possible smut, probable trigger warnings and drug abuse, definite alcoholism.

In which Frank is a grumpy detective who doesn't want to admit he's lonely, and Gerard is a photographer that always seems to smell like ripe raspberries. [SIDE-NOTE: ACAB & TW FOR BRENDON URIE HE'S TOO HARD TO EDIT OUT] ✩ ✩ blackhair!parade!gerard shorthair!dangerdays!frank