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)

Gerard Way sees the world differently. Alone and institutionalised, Gerard claims that he is being hunted, and that his mind holds the key to existence. Does Gerard really hold such a powerful secret? Or is he just insane like everyone else in the institution?

Because who doesn't love a revenge era Frerard? It's 2004 and My Chem are on tour. It should be a happy time, and yet Gerard finds himself spiralling, caught in a toxic relationship and even more toxic addictions. The only people that can seem to get through to him at all are his bandmates, but that's becoming complicated too, as he's accidentally fallen in love with one of them. Disclaimer/warning - this story deals with alcohol and substance abuse. I don't want to romanticise it at all - if anything, this is about how love doesn't automatically fix these issues.

𝘐𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘍𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘐𝘦𝘳𝘰. 𝘐𝘭 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘰 𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘪 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪. 𝘐𝘭 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦. 𝘘𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘮𝘢, 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘢 𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦. 𝘘𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪, 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘻𝘢 𝘪𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘰 𝘦𝘥 è 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘨𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘰. 𝘔𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘰𝘭𝘢. 𝘓𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘰𝘭𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘷𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘰, 𝘮𝘢 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘢 è 𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘢 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦. #3 Frank Iero - 8.02.20 #5 MCR #6 Frerard - 13.02.20 #1 Frerard | 07.09.24

Erano esattamente quattro anni, quaranta settimane e cinque giorni che Gerard Way non vedeva Frank Iero e la cosa gli andava benissimo. O forse no.

Gerard is a 16 years old boy and evrey year,in the summer, when his parents decide to go on vacation, they leave him in a campsite behind their house. There, everyone thinks he's weird, he has never managed to make friends even though he has been going there for years, but there is a guy that never found him weird, his name is Frank Iero. Frank finds Gerard amazing and bright and one day, while Gee was sitting under a tree making sketches in his sketchbook, Frank takes courage and finally goes to talk to the boy that evreyone consider "weird". ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ DISCLAIMER: okay so. before reading all this shit, I apologies. I KNOW this is going to be cringe but I really really like writing and it keeps my stupid ass thoughts away. All the things you'll read in this story are just pure fantasy and they're not real🙏 ofc some things are inspired by their music journey. i'm a slow writer, it takes me time to write A LOT, and I have NO imagination, so please forgive me if it will take a century to write this fanfiction😓 oh and also ignore my stupid grammatical errors but sometimes im so tired that I don't even notice them. ENJOY YOUR READING <3 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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.

"Only douche bags wear sunglasses inside." "If I knew what one looked like, I might agree."