"This is how it often goes, sold into captivity so long ago. This is how it often goes. God knows I would know." -Mothers (Lockjaw) As awful as it sounded, Josh's favourite letters were the ones that came from people who, for some reason, thought he'd want to be their boyfriend. That didn't make any sense to him. You'd have to be embarrassingly lonely to write love letters to someone who was slated to serve 76 years in prison. The sentiment was nice though.

"If I believe good wombs have borne bad sons Then I have no qualms using my gun I only love the things that I can hurt" -Nicole Dollanganger (Lividity) ***Massive trigger warnings, so don't read this if you'll feel unsafe.*** **Deleted by Wattpad at 300k, retyped by a host of angels whom I owe my life to

Frank Iero never felt like he belonged-not with his so-called friends, not in his broken home, and definitely not in the cold, candle-lit walls of the church his mother forced him into. Rebellious, reckless, and drowning in self-destruction, he doesn't believe in redemption. But Gerard Way does. At 24, he's devoted his life to God, preparing for priesthood while guiding a local youth group. When Frank is pushed into his orbit, neither of them expects the quiet pull between them-one that feels as dangerous as it is inevitable. Faith, sin, and desire blur together in a story about longing, guilt, and the things we aren't supposed to want. WARNINGS: Age gap, religion, smut, drug and alcohol abuse, mental health, homophobia.

It's the lake in November, and the move closer to the ocean, and Gerard's fixation, and Gerard's compulsions like tidal waves dragging him down, and Mikey's more distant than ever: like they're drifting out into the middle of the ocean, whereas Gerard's just stuck there: water turning to quicksand around him, drowning. And it's the letter; Frank finds it on the floor of the boys' bathroom on the first floor. It's dropped in accident, perhaps from a pocket or something, and it's drenched in what Frank hopes is tap water, and the words: scrawled in blue ink are difficult to make out as the words join together in a fuzzy inky mess. The only paragraph legible is the final one, and even still, it barely is: 'I've been underwater for a long time now, but I'm not drowning, I'm beginning to think I can breathe like this, but I can't, I'm gasping for breath, and I have to do this, Mikey, I have to end this myself. I'm going to the lake on the 1st of November, don't wait for me... I'm not coming back.' And the name signed at the bottom is little more than a smudged mess of blue ink, and there's nothing Frank can do about it, but he knows for certain that the one thing he can't do is ignore this letter, and he reminds himself of that as he folds it into his pocket. It's a suicide note, Frank's stupid, but not stupid enough to brush over that fact, and whoever this person is, Frank knows that they most certainly don't deserve to die. And Frank isn't going to let them. Because he's going to find this person; he's got time now at least, and he can save them, he will save them - Frank promises himself that. But one person in a whole school, it's like a needle in a haystack, but he's got time, it's November 1st in thirty days, and he can only hope that it will be enough. He's got one month: the date is October 1st.

The unholy union of a high school AU and a ghost story. Gerard's life takes a strange turn when his family moves to a small town in Vermont and he discovers the locals aren't all what they seem to be. Also includes: unexpected nature walks, murder, pining, improper treatment of crime scenes, a number of bone-related puns, high school bullies, and a short-range shrub named Ferdinand. First: some extra warnings - This contains violence, homophobia, character death (but the character's still there--there's a fair amount of delving into the subject of death and dying, though, so be aware of that.) There's also some bizarre supernatural sex, but no necrophilia. Just putting that out there now, in case anyone was worried. NO NECROPHILIA. It also could be argued that there's a pretty big age disparity. (DISCLAIMER) This is not my story I just liked it so I posted it here. Credit goes to novembersmith on Archive Of Our Own.

THIS IS NOT MY WORK!!! ALL CREDITS TO motswolo ON AO3!!!! Summary: "They're... chaos," Remus said firmly. "And chaos is-" "Rock and roll." He looked at Sirius sharply, and for once, matched his grin. "Yeah." "Maybe that's my excuse then," Sirius said. "I cause a bit of chaos now, and maybe one day, it'll turn into rock and roll." After losing his mother at age eleven, Remus has spent the better part of the last four years bouncing from school to school or else running around London and pretending as though he wasn't the kind of well-bred boy his father brought him up to be. Now, with his chances all run out, Remus is sent to Hawkings Independent School as a last-ditch effort to clean up his act. There he meets the very people who will set up the rest of his life, and is forced to confront the pieces of himself he'd long thought had been lost. (genuinely not apologising for the slow-burn in this fic anymore. You've been warned <3) I just cant use ao3 so I had to I just had to transfer it to wattpad please forgive me

THIS DOES NOT BELONG TO ME. Here's the link to the original Author's LiveJournal: http://underwater-sky.livejournal.com/33006.html .......... ......... ........ ....... ...... ..... .... ... .. . Title: The Dove Keeper Author: E | underwater_sky Pairing: Frank/Gerard. POV: First, Frank. Rating: NC-17 Summary: Frank is a seventeen-year-old who doesn't want to grow up and has little aspirations for anything beyond standing outside the local liquor store and getting drunk. But when he meets Gerard, the old, aging, and well known fag artist, he is offered something he cannot turn down.

The Unholyverse is a series of My Chemical Romance fanfiction originally written by Bexless on AO3. It is a Frerard story and takes place with Gerard as a Priest. I take no credit to this. "He thinks I have stigmata," Frank said, because what the fucking hell, it couldn't get any worse. He might as well just lay it out. "Oh, well," said Brian into his hands. "Of course." Again- *This is not my story* FULL credits to Bexless on AO3.

I owe you a black eye and two kisses. Percy Jackson X Male OC. Mark of Athena - ??? cover by @pearljars

I DO NOT OWN THIS SERIES ALL CREDITS TO BIZZARSTAR ON AO3 Regulus Black was fifteen the first time his name was called at a reaping. He's twenty-five when it happens to him again. A lot has changed in that time, and one of them is that he's ready to do whatever it takes to make it home. Nothing or no one will stop him, not even James Potter. James Potter has no plans to stop Regulus Black from making it home. In fact, his plans revolve around the opposite. He has his reasons, but he's made his choice to get Regulus out of the arena, even knowing it'll be the last thing he ever does. Sirius Black was sixteen when he volunteered to take his little brother's place in the arena. At twenty-six, without the option to do it again, he has no choice but to be a mentor to his brother and best friend, knowing that only one of them can make it back out. Two names called, a mentor on the verge of falling apart, and more secrets and grief between all of them than they know how to handle. None of them are prepared for what comes next, or how far they'll go to make it through. TW: Abuse, child abuse, death, murder, panic attacks, depictions of gore, depictions of violence, smut, dissociative amnesia, guns and gun violence, prison, swearing, trauma, blood, dark humor, mental illness, etc. If you can be triggered, don't read.