Frank Iero - ardent photographer of New York's gloomy streets, an erudite, an aesthete, and a Romantic - accustomed to his new life, after his third marriage, he is convinced that nothing is going to ruin this one for him. When a clandestine relationship kindles between him and Gerard, Frank knows his life will never be the same. 'Prettyboy. My Prettyboy. He was always, and yet never mine.' (60s AU)

I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE PEOPLE ON THIS FANFIC, I only own the characters and the story.

Frank can't handle talking to people without being struck with a panic attack. The only people he can talk to are his best friend, Mikey Way, and his mom. Ever since Frank was young, he's had a crush on Mikey's brother, Gerard, but his anxiety has kept him from ever doing anything about it. It seems, though, that he won't have to, because after ignoring him for two years, Gerard is suddenly taking a deeper interest in Frank.... ***NOT MINE. ALL CREDITS GO TO (@OWLHOOOTS ON MIBBA)***

This night, walk the dead... On October 31st, all the ghosts come out to play again... on October 31st 2007 Frank killed himself. "It's been a year, Frankie, come on... I miss you."

-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.

They were murdered, they were attacked and now they're dead. That's all Frank knows about his parents - gone before he'd even had chance to miss them, and it was fucking with his head. The police reckoned that moving away, to rural New Jersey with his grandparents would help him cope with the loss, but even Frank knew that they couldn't be more than wrong, because despite the dull sleepy atmosphere of the town, there was something unidentifiable yet impossibly unnerving about the place, and really, perhaps was safer in his parents home than he ever was here. And there's something physically wrong too - a figure that lurks in the smoke, fog, and shadows - a silhouette the deepest black he'd ever seen, the kind that brought an unsettling feeling to Frank's stomach, and really Frank's wasn't one to be overly twitchy about things like this, but from the moment he first met him, he could never shake the feeling that the figure was always following him. And perhaps, he was. (Vampire!Gerard)

"Frank Iero. A younger man with a dazzling appearance; pale skin coated in tattoos, stunning hazel eyes, a stupid, overly-excited smile that was almost always plastered across his face... I couldn't wait to smear his blood all over the walls". Gerard Way is a murderer, and Frank Iero is his next victim. The night has finally come for Gerard to kill him. However, some complications arise in the process.

Gerard Way had a problem. Drinking, drugs, all of it. After an incident involving coke, a break up and a car crash, Gerard gets sent into what seems like a parallel universe. He didn't know what happened but all he knew was that he needed to find a way home before he got stuck there forever.

Frank Iero, 17 years old, gets injuries randomly, out of the blue. He doesn't do them to himself and no one does them to him, that he knows of. He doesn't know why it happens, how it happens, and who or what is doing it to him. After a bad accident he's determined to find out what is happening, but is quite surprised by the source of his wounds.