isnt gerard so kawaii in this drawing ^_^ im so proud of making ts bruh im cooked

Frank is an angsty asshole, at least that's what he lets on to be, When Gerard becomes his roommate he can't tell if he's happy or not. Don't speak. Don't touch my stuff. Without permission of course. Those were some of Franks rules for the quiet little redhead with the cute butt that just wants to write gay fanfiction. You can probably guess they get attached, but how? And what's next? The simple answer is to start reading and you may wanna give it a chance because if you don't like one persons writing style, you might like the others. This story is written by two people if you didn't guess, R- gerard T- frank Separate accounts available in a future A/N. Enjoy

Gerard Way and Frank Iero understand that some minor disagreements in a relationship are normal, but Gerard takes things too far one night. Their relationship is put in danger, especially when communication about why Gerard was so mad was made unclear. Will they resolve things or break up forever? Completed ~ 4882 words

Gerard works for Better Living Industries. Frank is a Killjoy.

Frank Iero makes a comment that he probably shouldn't have and gets stuck in detention with his fiery psychology teacher, Mr. Way.

Frerard smut oneshots (yeah so what the title says) Soft or hardcore Original or cliché Creepy or cute Gerard tops or Frank tops And always gallons of the gay. ⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ s m u t d u H

A complication of really good frerard fanart I like. (complete with credits to all artists)

Frank and Gerard were childhood friends. And then they were enemies. Finally, they became strangers. They'd been friends though, and maybe they'd been a little too affectionate, because everyone thought the two of them would get married someday. Before they became enemies, they had even agreed to use each other as a backup plan. If, by the time they both reached their thirtieth year, they hadn't found someone to marry, they'd marry each other. They have thirty three days left. THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR 18+ AUDIENCES. I can't stop you from reading it at whatever age you are, but please be advised. DISCLAIMER: This fic features Brendon Urie as a character. It was written before allegations were made of Brendon's conduct, and I in no way support him or his actions.

Nevaeh Dailey was normal. She had a family. She had friends. She had a life. That was before the attack at school. That was before the streets of England started to empty of the living. That was before the dead started to wake from their eternal slumber, before they started to turn on the race to which they once belonged. Nevaeh now finds herself running, not only from the monsters that were once human, but from the memories she wishes to leave behind. But as she scours the now deserted country, with a few desperate friends in tow, Nevaeh runs straight into four men that belonged to her old life, a life she no longer wishes to be apart of. Will she and her companions survive? Everything rests on Nevaeh's shoulders. A reckless teenager with a new thirst for violence.

Some of these aren't completed and some of them have just been started but these are some of the best Frerard fanfics I've ever read (not in order)